50 CentCorner Bodega

[50 Cent] Aight, check this shit out Y'all niggaz gon' stay in the car I'm'a go right over here and see somethin Gimme ten minutes, If I don't come out, y'all come in The money stays in the car 'til I say so... Aiyyo, whattup whattup, man This is what y'all niggaz is workin' wit' for 22 cents a gram? Man, when I come up in here treat me like I'm fam I could go Uptown and get this shit for 16 cents a gram Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go I got a spot and I can't afford to stop the flow Poppi, what the fuck is the matter wit' ya Man? Standin' against the wall with a gun in his hand I ain't on no funny shit I'm on some get this money shit Every four days in pa I move another brick According to the da I sold dope in va My crew stay in Queens but my plates say va I'll show you where I rest at, it aint hard to find me Let me buy a brick and get the other on cossimy (Hey, this life is hard man) I know, don't remind me If I catch another case I'ma kill Guiliani It ain't even safe to sell a pack at night Got task ridin 'round the projects on Mountain Bikes [Chorus - repeat 2X] Ny ain't the same, it's ot playa You can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega Hit the highway and take it to a town near you And get that money man, get that money man [50 - singing] Now, if you come to 1-3-4 and I'm not around That means I copped and I went outta town You motherfuckers know how I get down About my money man, about my money man
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