Say What You Want - 50 Cent

Artist：50 cent
Songs Title：say what you want
Yo, niggas be askin me yo 50 who you got beef wit?
Im a tell yall niggas who I got beef wit
I got beef wit any ni**a I cant make no money wit
If I cant make no money wit you, **** you ni**a
G-unit ni**a, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup
I get money, money I got
So its a 100 grams or better when Im going to cop
I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier
And my down ***** as a holster, like Im supposed ta
Heavy pistol sales for living
My gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue
While Im out for the ends, you out for a rep
Thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress
See me in a black lex, hard-top
My mink drop-top, fresh out the carlot
I got the gift of raw pugilist speeches(? )
So Im gon sell like the box office features
Niggas in the hood cant see g-unit!
But deep in they heart they wanna be g-unit!
Cause we got them three bs benzes, burners and *******
And plus we on the road to the riches
You can say what you want about me
As long as you dont get in the way of my money
Cause all that talking **** to me played out
Ni**a keep bumping your gums you get laid out
Lately I been going through a phase
Hope they aint tap the phones
Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones
Therefore Im on the move with the squad
Im stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad
Picture me putting jewels on a broad
Id rather put shoes on the car
A pool in the yard
You dont really wanna fool with the god
Ni**a my front line long enough to fill two boulevards
In this game, you only make it far if you loyal
And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled
Why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me
Ill leave you in water like the statute of liberty
Tryin to be cool
Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school
Keep rappin for your hood, Im rappin for benzes
And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses
Yall niggas gotta learn from me (yeah!!)
What I learned from gotta rock and spank g (un-huh)
Yall niggas gotta learn from me (yeah!!)
What I learned from watching brucie b
Look, I shot the sheriff
And ni**a if you get too close yo punk a** getting shot
Heres the plan, Im a keep stackin my ends
Till Im on airplane seats in the maebach benz
Im all about the chips
I done took them trips
22s on the 6
26 on the bricks
And them outta town niggas, Im chargin yall more
I tapdance on the **** I aint servin it raw
You sell smoke, look ni**a I got what you need
But it aint goin cheap I got mouths to feed
Niggas always sayin damn 50 you bugged
Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date R**e ****
Gimme his watch and his chain
We not the same, he a lame
He want p**sy Im bout my money man
Crap table in vegas had his ***** on my dick
Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed
Yo its 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange
Ill see you another day ************ its 50
Shots til your heart drop and freeze up, ease up ************