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PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
S. Lang
S. Lang
Composer
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Composer
C. Stewart
C. Stewart
Composer
Roby Facchinetti
Roby Facchinetti
Composer
Valerio Negrini
Valerio Negrini
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Alien
Steve Alien
Producer
K. Miller
K. Miller
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
N-Y, N-Y
Till I D-I
N-Y, N-Y
Till I D-I
[Verse 2]
I'm on it
Every time I come around
Me, I keep my gun around
It's never on safety
I'm on it
**** know when I'm around
Fuck around, it's going down
No if's or maybe's
Okay
Ring around the Rosie
Pocket full of O-Z's
**** getting cake made
Yeah, okay
When you fuck with the homies
While I got it on me
You'll catch a bad break, man
[Verse 3]
You **** ain't seen shit yet
One false move and I click-clack
That ooh whop, bitch, I spit that
That hard white, I flip that
That bad bitch get my dick wet
Damn, how hot can my shit get?
Boy, get out of line, get your ass checked
Got ten mil my last check
Bitches stay where that cash at
Diamonds on me, I flash that
That 'Rari pedal, I mash that
You pussy ****, I laugh at
That fuck shit that you fuck ****
Be doing, man, I'm past that
Hood **** down there on Wall Street
My stock run across NASDAQ
Girl face in my timepiece
Riding 'round with my grimys
These Brooklyn **** so grimy
I let 'em hold the steel, I tell 'em shoot to kill
I put Southside on my back
I ain't talking 'bout no tat'
When I'm out of town, I hold it down
I mean everywhere I'm at
[Verse 4]
I'm on it
Every time I come around
Me, I keep my gun around
It's never on safety
I'm on it
**** know when I'm around
Fuck around, it's going down
No if's or maybe's
Okay
Ring around the Rosie
Pocket full of O-Z's
**** getting cake made
Yeah, okay
When you fuck with the homies
While I got it on me
You'll catch a bad break, man
[Verse 5]
All my **** crazy stupid
Cuckoo, got a loose screw
I might pew, pew with that two-two
Them small bullets will maul through you
My bitch come from Honolulu
With that dope ball in her doo-doo
Put it on a drain and shoot you
And the feds don't have a Blue's Clue
I'm in over, don't know voodoo
But I sure know how to shoot you
If I get caught, I don't boohoo
I pick up the phone, call Booboo
He gon' bail me out in seconds
Please don't let this rap shit fool you
I send shooters to your home
See, I don't need no songs to move you
My gorillas going, ooh, ooh
Boy, your family could lose you
Put you in a box like new shoes
You's a bitch, pull down your tutu
When it come to getting money
All I know is we need beaucoup
Speaking on me in my rider gang
Know what we gon' to to you, huh?
[Verse 6]
Every time I come around
Me, I keep my gun around
It's never on safety
I'm on it
**** know when I'm around
Fuck around, it's going down
No if's or maybe's
Okay
Ring around the Rosie
Pocket full of O-Z's
**** getting cake made
Yeah, okay
When you fuck with the homies
While I got it on me
You'll catch a bad break, man
Written by: C. Stewart, Curtis James Jackson, Roby Facchinetti, S. Lang, Valerio Negrini
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