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PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
The Barrino Brothers
The Barrino Brothers
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angelo Bond
Angelo Bond
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Danny Zacharias
Danny Zacharias
Songwriter
Jason Fragala
Jason Fragala
Songwriter
William Weatherspoon
William Weatherspoon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kyeme Miller
Kyeme Miller
Recording Engineer
Team Demo
Team Demo
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
When you strap out
You know what that felt
We do it my way
For the crime wave
Whoa, wave
Whoa, wave
I wave Tahiti
Wave my right to speak
****, pimp y'all
I'm tellin' shit, y'all
Whoa, wave
Whoa, wave
[Verse 3]
I'm not tellin' you to shoot somebody
But if somebody tried to shoot you, shoot 'em
Don't waist time, no ****, just do it
Any **** outa order must be serviced
See now, now you hesitatin', boy, you makin' me nervous
The Feds know I clap the felonies on my rap sheet
Front on me, try to run from me, hollows eat up your back, B
Pistol pop, copper top, burn, baby, burn
Revolver spin again and again and **** never learn
Gotta itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy trigger finger, ****
So if you hit me and you get me, I'll be back to get you
Man, I might bring the homies in, that's if it's necessary
See, you might not be worried
But I think you should worry
Them bullets come in flurries
Next thing you know, you're buried
Yeah, I do away with nine **** in nine days
My 9 sprays when shit don't go my way
Hold it sideways
Fuck around, cause a crime wave
[Verse 4]
When you strapped out
You know what that felt
We do it my way
For the crime wave
Whoa, wave
Whoa, wave
I wave Tahiti
Wave my right to speak
****, pimp y'all
I'm tellin' shit, y'all
Whoa, wave
Whoa, wave
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 5]
I talk about my hustle, though I rap my infantry
In practice they be scared of me, the hood men, the enemy
Yeah, I'm number one on Forbes
Yeah, that can't fuck with your broad
TEC time is crack time, I flip that, get that back
Louis V knapsack filled up with G stacks
I'm sick in the head
Me, I'm all 'bout the bread
Go ahead, fuck with the kid
See, it's just what I said
See this stash, I'm makin' double
Makin' kilo a bubble
Gym style, boy, I cut you  till your mom don't know you
See, when we play, the warriors come out to play
You want play, get your ass laid out today
See, I'm back on the shit I was on before
So if a **** tries to stump, we gon' take 'em to war
[Verse 6]
When you strapped out
You know what that felt
We do it my way
For the crime wave
Whoa, wave
Whoa, wave
I wave Tahiti
Wave  my right to speak
****, pimp y'all
I'm tellin' shit, y'all
Whoa, wave
Whoa, wave
[Verse 7]
Whoa, yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Man, I be on some other shit
These **** can't fuck with me
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your homie shouldn't fuck with me
I have 'em hit you up for me
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: 50 Cent, Angelo Bond, Curtis Jackson, D. Zacharias, J. Fragala, W. Witherspoon
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