50 Cent Lyrics
Round Here (Sessions @ AOL) Lyrics
[Starts off with the beat of Rakim's: "R.A.K.I.M."]
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Me! - I call the shots 'round here!
I say who get shot, who don't get shot 'round here!
I selled Coke and 'Caine, pump on the block round' here,
Stick up kids! - Get they ass got 'round here,
Niggas snitchin', D's comin', it's hot 'round here!
If they run up on one-a-tha spots 'round here!
Be on point, it's easy to get knocked 'round here,
But be smart! You needa have that Glock 'round her!
[Tony Yayo (50 Cent):]
Yo! - I'm on that James Bond shit,
That Z-3 smokin' that bomb shit, my guns in my armpit (YEAH!)
I'm still pitchin' rock! - And bundles of D! (uh-huh!)
But you can catch me in Hollywood with Pamela Lee. (Whoo!)
Ayo, my team stay rocky kid!
In the crib, priced out is as big as Versace crib. (VERSACE CRIB!)
You could be D-Zel or Frel, my .9-mil',
I drive-by and do you like the Russians ta Denzel! (BLLAAAAAT!)
[Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent):]
They ain't never heard a clique like mine, so they admire is heavy (uh-huh!)
Clue, you better get them fire trucks ready!
Cause I am! (whoooo!) - I'm hot now I came up quicker!
They comparin' me to veterans nigga - and I'm to young to buy liquer. (uh-huh!)
I'm rollin' out till they break a pore of a chip straight,
Strugglin' baby! - I'm on tour of a mixtape. (YEEEEAAAAAAHHH!)
Frontin'll get ya ass done - nigga, my flows worth mills
Like the dress Princess Diana crashed in. (AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!)
Even the old folks in my hood know I stay with a Gat,
They say: "Sabrina's baby boy just don't know how-ta act! "
If you gonna front that hollowtip leave a hole in ya Jag' (Yeah!)
Big enough to fit a D battery in your back.
You call G-Unit, Jewel-Unit the way that money stack
It's a feat for me, nigga you were payin' for that.
We got artilleries and targets to spit it at,
Bank$ to poppin' shots, he can sign all your fitted hats. (BLLAAAAAT!)
[Outro: 50 Cent]
You need to have your motherfuckin' gun 'round here.
Don't be off to see the wizard, motherfucker!
Lyin' without a heart...
You ain't gonna do nothin' nigga!
Don't make me touch somethin' out this muthafucka!
Go ahead and act bad nigga, I'm waitin' on these niggas.
You think I'm scared?
Oh, I'm shakin' in my muthafuckin' shoes...
I'm scared to death!
Don't I sound scared? !
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