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"I’m Leavin’" is a track by 50 Cent, from the album Before I Self Destruct (2008), released 2008. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about 50 Cent.
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[Intro: 50 Cent] I'm leavin, on the next plane I don't know when I'll be back again [Hook: G-Unit] I'm a Southside nigga you could find me where the money at Find me in your crib with the nina where that money at See me I found that remedy to stop from telling I'll put the ruger to your forehead, pop your melon [Verse 1: 50 Cent] See me I gets busy, front and it's a wrizzy I move with the Semis, zip zip through the city The law can't get me, the Lord gotta get me I make shit hot, then lay low till it fizzy You think you know Fiddy?! You don't know Fiddy! In a S-5 fiddy, the fo' fo' with me My man Yayizzy stay off the hizzy Sell fiends whizzy, they smoke crack till they dizzy (OH!!!!) Your man Joey Crack, I told him before He don't want it with me, YOU PUSSY FAT BOY!!!! You wanna go to war? Ok, ok I'll go to war?! Catch ya slippin put ya, put ya brains on the floor [Refrain: 50 Cent] I'm leavin, on the next plane D's ran up in my crib and found cocaine Fingerprints on the hammers and heroin Before I go back to jail I'm squeezin mayne [Hook] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] (50 Cent) Look! The television caters to pop, not violent hits (Yeah!) The Unit ain't fall off it's all politics (WE THE BEST!!!!!!!) Niggas don't throw rights they throw hollow tips And they don't wanna get married they want model chicks (TELL 'EM BANKS!!!!!!!!) Sex, liquor and dough, bottle piff Fuck buyin the Phantom, I'll just borrowed Fif's Yesterday's that is tomorrow's this From a land and a hill to a Colorado cliff Nigga you violate me I'm sendin' you to God I'm no peacemaker, that's my jeweler's job (FUCK THAT!!!!) I spit it how I live it nigga you the fraud!! Put my weight on your back you wouldn't move the yard [Refrain] [Hook] [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] (50 Cent) Yeah! Aiyyo! Touch one of mine, I'll touch one of yours Send us to the hospital, I'll send yours to the morgue I'm like Jesus to the hood, and God to the industry All 50's enemies are all of my enemies (WOOOOOOOO!!!!) I'm a smoker O.G. kush in the jar Drop the top on the Lamb place the poker with car Glock automatic yo, bitch got a fatty yo Fourteen bricks, Pablo killin Fabio I'm tryin to put 700's they didn't made them yet Yep! They got 'em now baby, the F-700's crazy! Why buy the refrigerator doors I blend up the D and cook up the hard [Outro: 50 Cent] I'm leavin, on the next plane I don't know if I'll be back again, Yeah! I watch Rap City! I see this fat nigga Joe up there frontin Don't nobody like this nigga shit, this nigga shit is wack son! That nigga J. Holiday is the new nigga And he's makin' the shit hot! Niggas really don't wanna hear your fat ass, nigga! Shit is wack son! Tell ya straight up, nigga! And I'm easy to find, nigga! You can't find me, look in the motherfuckin Yellow Pages! I'm right across the street from Madison Square Garden! Aybody come there for motherfuckin interview! Aybody come and talk to me when they need to take a meetin! Why you can't find?! Huh?! Hard to find a nigga that you know got a gun?! Right? Hard to find a nigga that you know ride around in bulletproof shit! Hard to find a nigga! Huh?! Well now you got my undivided individual attention! I'm on your ass now!
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