You Think You Kno Me (Officer Ricky ) Nigga You Dont Kno Me (Officer Ricky) (50 ayo C-O) (Verse 1) I put a razor through your face Put a nine on my waist
Nigga roll that good shit Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high [VERSE 1: 50 CENT] U wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take u to da prom
rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'ma get ya On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit
just wanna love,for the rest of my life, I wanna hold you in the morning, Hold you through the night.. [Verse 3] [(50 Cent) {Obie Trice}] my buzz is crazy in the hood
Now it's 50 MC's that ain't worth shit Get ya ass kicked 50 times, beat to 10 cent I love New York, but the niggas that represent, ya'll ain't shit New
wanna love you for the rest of my life, I wanna hold you in the morning, Hold you in the night.. Verse 3 (50 Cent) {Obie Trice} my buzz is crazy in the hood
feed they artists Talkin blueprint shit you got three garages Gettin money off Roc like little E and carter Showin off your little chain like these is flawless Send him 50 cent
took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a muthafucka Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He
me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a motherfucker Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds
That will be the end of 50 cent on shady aftermath I'm moving forward in my career if Dre had got creativly tied up onto The Game project if he's confused
with HB, smokin' on the cheap junk, Played you on a verse, cause i know you was a big crab, Main lil wheels in the hood for a 50 slap, Did investigations
Goons loose And send ya ass home wit the rims like prune juice Im New York's prince, Bent like tints Signed wit 50, i been in da benz brand since [Chorus: 50 Cent
hood G Like Spice-1 said, ?Those fools living like movie? Little kids get 'bout it, I mean my hood is rowdy I'm try to make a dollar, 50 cent before I
50 Cent] [50 Cent] Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going down there (tenisfield) Tennessee, Haha.. Get'em Buck! [G-Unit ~
(feat. Pharoahe Monch) [Intro: 50 Cent sample] Fix your motherfuckin face nigga! Look at these fuckin chimpanzees Bunch of fuckin monkeys... (Mr. Porter
(feat. 50 Cent) [Verse 1] Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Essay's, Asians, Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans, Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords
t feed they artists Talkin blueprint shit you got three garages Gettin money off Roc like little E and carter Showin off your little chain like these is flawless Send him 50 cent