50 Cent – Cut Master C Shit (2004) | Track profile | Dork

50 Cent – Cut Master C Shit (2004) | Track profile | Dork

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Cut Master C Shit

[Intro]

New York City (New York City)

You are now rockin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent)

Are you ready? (are you ready?)

(*gun cocks*)

I said are you ready? (are you ready?)

C you with me nigga? (with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that)

Paper for a hooptie but I wanted a drop

[Chorus]

G-UNIT! Somethin' new, somethin' new

I'm not that nigga, in your video

I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes

And niggas know I be, on the low

But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro

I'm not that nigga, that you think you know

I walk around with a big four four

You front on me, I'm gonna get at you dog

I be right at your crib, waitin' at your door

(What up 50)

[Verse 1]

Comin' up I ain't had much, I wanted a lot

I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop

So you know, I had to make somethin' out of nothin' (Yeah)

Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin' (woo)

Hustle hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did

The older niggas really wasn't feelin' the kid

Tried to find out where I lived, so they could run in my crib

But you can't hustle a hustler, I peeped it and slid

Back then niggas used to call me boo

In 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brew

Country came around, ease it and clappin' then

Country left, strange shit started happenin'

Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins

Cory shot Drew, and we was friends

Money turns boys into men

The cycle never changes, shit just starts again

[Verse 2]

Nah nigga, ain't nothin' change nigga

Yeah I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back

Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood

You see my cherry red SL, nigga I'm doin' good

Sometime I can't find the words to say how I feel

So I take a quote from Menace, "look at the wheels"

I'm addicted to stuntin', now that I'm holdin' somethin'

I got a trunk full of guns, from VA today

(oh yeah, let me hold somethin')

Nigga you high or somethin'

I don't play games, I'm about my money, nigga buy somethin'

I got a few fifths, I got a few nines

Here nigga, take one, catch a jux and bring me mine

[Outro]

Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothin' for you nigga

You know, uh, don't say I don't look out for ya

Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokes

And you come back, nigga have 'em, and have my paper for that thang thang

You know what I'm sayin'? Say I don't want it back, nigga don't try to use it

And don't get it back for me, nigga and no shit like that

In fact, I can see ya'll niggas now

Run around sayin', 50 gettin' all this rap money, and he won't help us (haha)

Sit tight nigga I'm comin'

You know, new shit, all this shit I put out on the mixtapes

Is for the mixtapes, I got a million, OH MY GOD!

My shit is so hot right now, I'm in a zone

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