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PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J Dutton
J Dutton
Songwriter
Christine Yarian Perren
Christine Yarian Perren
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Freddie Perren
Freddie Perren
Songwriter
Leon Ware
Leon Ware
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jake One
Jake One
Producer
Tony Yayo
Tony Yayo
Recording Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Seamus Tyson
Seamus Tyson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
50 Cent
50 Cent
Executive Producer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

The realest thing you could do is put a drumbeat with nothing but a drum beat Niggas, niggas copied my style, Russ (yeah, yeah) That's why I had to switch up on 'em (yeah) Know what I mean? Mad niggas sounding like me I run the show now, I got the blow now You wanna hold now? You can come cop I'm on the low now, I got the four pound In case a motherfucker got to get shot The only time is coming, slow down See they know now, I won't hesitate to make shit hot D's will shut your block down, after you're shot down We gonna come through and set up shop You niggas gone work for me now, you gone see now How I change shit, re-arrange shit See for you, dawg, this is new shit I'm from Southside, nigga we do this They say I'm grimey, it's hard to find me When the sun lighten up the sky Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me Go ahead nigga, I dare you to try, fuck that nigga We moving on up Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up You'll get chromed up The cash is flowing for sure, the dough, nigga you know what? We moving on up Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up You'll get chromed up The cash is flowing for sure, the dough, nigga you know what? I'm 'bout my bread now, I'll cut your head now You know you eating niggas, you should be dead now I hold a Glock down, I gotta drop now Nigga I'm eating, you know I ain't gone stop now One more trip, one more flip I move a truckload, nigga, not one brick They make me so sick, fucking sick to my stomach You niggas talk shit, but they know that I want it My clique's so sick, niggas know how we on it Light up more shit, the car there when we on it I spit a gem star, get your name carved into neck Have my little homies run up on your ass with the Tec Yeah, I stunt in the Vette, got stash in the Vette I get head in the whip, I get ass on the jet I'm oh so fresh, so motherfucking clean Twenty four inch gleam, when I pull up on the scene We moving on up Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up You'll get chromed up The cash is flowing for sure, the dough, nigga you know what? We moving on up Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up You'll get chromed up The cash is flowing for sure, the dough, nigga you know what? Been smoking that dip The PCP got them thinking they can walk on water That ecstasy will have a nigga rock hard Trying to fuck your daughter (daughter) The LSD will have niggas running round Trying to kill you for us Smoking that piff, sipping that yak Talking that shit, loading that strap We moving on up Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up You'll get chromed up The cash is flowing for sure, the dough, nigga you know what? We moving on up Yeah, we gettin' that dough for sure, we moving on up You'll get chromed up The cash is flowing for sure, the dough, nigga you know what?
Writer(s): Frederick J. Perren, Curtis James Jackson, Leon Ware, Christine Yarian Perren Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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