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NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?)

NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD

[Verse]
Niggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me)
Then walk around with a 9 like me (me)
They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me
And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me
Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50... save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David
I teach niggaz sign language, that ain't def son
[click, click] you heard that? That mean RUN
Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa
Pull through, I'll throw a fuckin cocktail at ya' car
From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face
It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase
Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out
I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty
Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City
Hos be like "Fitty, you so witty"
On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy
You got fat while we starve, it's my turn
I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn
Won't learn

[Chorus 2X]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

[Verse]
Moma said..
Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan
So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand
Don't think I'm crazy, cause I don't fear man
Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan
I been coulda killed these niggaz, I'm still waitin
In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors
32 carrots in the traws, no flaws
You see me in the hood, I got atleast two guns
I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s
Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me
D's waitin for my response to lock me
This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me
You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me
I'M THE ONE

[Chorus 2x]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

[Verse]
See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
The good die young, I ain't eligable for that
I shot niggaz, I been shot, sold crack in the street
My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef
You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me
From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe
See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D
See a bitch gettin in my whip, she probably gon' blow me
See the flow is like a 38, it's special yoooooo
A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blowwwww
I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you knowwww
See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hooos
Niggaz broke in the hood, worried about mines
Grown ass men, wearin starter piece shines
You know them little pieces, with the little stones
Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones
When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic
You too old for that shit dog, why don't you stop it
Shorty, I been watchin you watchin me
Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me
Haha

[Chorus 2x]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

(50 cent Talking)
yeah nigga
yeah we gona smoke this mother fucka
right hear right
we gona smoke this shit
then im gon drink alot of water
so my P.O dont find out im smokin this shit
(50 cent)
Niggas wouldnt rob franky if they had the chance
wasnt coz of him it was coz of his man lance
now franky cut crack
lance saw the macks
and if fiends fuck with franks crack
lance cut the crack heads
he popped up
thought he was locked up?
came through stuntin with his wrist all rocked up
should have seen the smile missin a tooth
coop missin a roof
he like wat up fifty
im like wat up wit u
lance had a reputation that was well earned
plus he tought niggas how the shells burn
out there in red curn
at the dice game
he rolled a hand crack in the crack
im like nahhh i aint payin for that
us niggas shoot his back
niggas lookin at me crazy they shook
i dont give a fuck wko he shoy out in red hood
ask about bars bizzy was my mean
then they beat me ten grand sold my mack for seven grand
lance thirsty i can tell by his look
coz he look the way i look when i look for a drug
bitch mother fucker
team work work hard nigga
fifty cent tony yayo rotten aplle nigga

[Snoop Dogg]
Shit ya did it again my nigga
For shizzle dizzle

[Hook: 50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
We internationally known and locally respected
Now I know you done heard about me
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
We internationally known and locally respected
Now I know you done heard about me
I'm a P-I-M-P

[1 - Snoop Dogg]
I don't know what you heard
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause I'm a G
And I'm a motherfuckin' C-R-I-P
I don't know what you heard
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I'm a G
And I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

[*Gunshot*]

[Snoop talking]
Yo that shit is crazy Whoo Kid
Rewind that, play that back

[Hook: 50 Cent]

[1 - Snoop Dogg]

[Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg]
Yeah bitch I got my Now and Later gators on
I'm bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
Your dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga Fifty like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga motherfuck you
G-U-N-I-Tizzt, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown
I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around
I got some butter pecan, Peurto Ricans from the Boogie Down
That's waitin' on me to return
So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm, word
They love it when I get to crippin'
And spittin' this mag-ah-nificent pimpin'

[1 - Snoop Dogg]

[50 Cent]
It's G-Unit and the D-P-G
From New York City to the L-B-C
I'll break it down for ya, I'm a P-I-M-P
When my gun go off nigga ask about me
Nigga look what done happened since yo bitch done chose
My wrist done froze
I'll show ya how I get them hoes
I spit that G that be fuckin' with they brain
Have em' on the track when it's freezin' in the rain
Spring on a bitch with the nerve to complain
Like ??? you catch a date, you be warm
You said you want the finer things in life, you gotta go out and get it
And I'll be right here waitin' when you come back with it
Ya see I was born to break a bitch
My instructions'll make a bitch
I got me a New York Knicks, Celtics, and a Laker bitch
I got that G that make these hoes have a change of heart
I'm a natural, I been good at this from the start

[1 - Snoop Dogg]

[Don 'Magic' Juan]
It's goin' down now with Fifty and Big Snoop Dogg
And the archbishop, Don 'Magic' Juan
Ridin' shotgun with WhooKid
The straight up pimp is crack-a-lackin'
It's pimps up, you know it's hoes down
It's green for the money, gold for the honey
We off and we runnin'
With Fifty and Snoop Dogg and the mackelineum
Keepin' it down playa
Pimps up, you know the rest
Church

(feat. Flipmode Squad)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. it's a problem, Flipmode nigga
We on the highest temperature level of the fucking pressure cooker
Blowing niggas tops, what?
Flipmode up in this bitch, The Rulership Movement nigga
Check it, let me talk, check it, check it

[Busta Rhymes]
There's only one God sonny, and there ain't no replacement
And anybody thinkin different jus get locked in the basement
You know we had to touch the beat cuz the track is dope, nigga
And throw some bullet's at you the size of cantaloupes, nigga
A lotta niggas rollin around like they can't get touched
Even the pope know to stay in bullet proof Benz trucks
Flipmode up in this bitch, ya niggas know we on fire
We hang niggas like old sneakers from telephone wires

[Rampage]
Puerto Rican mami's call me Papi
Cuz they see me in the hood, poppin wheelies on my Kawasaki
Yo they can't stop me, Ramp yo, I'm kinda cocky
I'll break your fucking ribs like I'm playing ice hockey
Bigger than life, extort the game, critically acclaimed
Smack you in your face with my chain
Now I'm ready to go to war like Saddam Hussein
Everybody in the industry know my squad's name

[Chorus 1: Busta Rhymes]
Yo we jus an idiot, and we here to merge somethin
You know what chu dealing with, you know we here to hurt somethin
So stop with the stupid shit, cuz it ain't even worth frontin
Hope you know that you could really end up in the earth cuzin

[50 Cent]
We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
So hurry up and cop and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine
A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every line
I'm fuckin with they mind, I make 'em press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on parole since ninety four cuz I commit the crime
I say you on my line, I did it three ta nine
If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

[Chorus 2: 50 Cent]
You say you a gangsta but you neva pop nuttin
We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin
You go to the dealership but you neva cop nuttin
You been hustlin a long time and you ain't got nuttin

[Baby Sham]
I know your man, he says that you the bitch stuntin
You don't know how the gun cock to reach somethin
Yeah, I see ya face in ya grill
But it's your conscience itchin to tell you the squad love a mil
Like a forest field, we hunt ta god, it's surreal
Flipmode, cop boy, get your weight up for real, get at 'em

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

[50 Cent]
Damn homie, in highskewl you was the man, homie
What the fuck happened to you?
I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
Nigga you play wit my paper, you gon meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I'm hit once than deada, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets homie and I ain't gon let her
Be easy, start some bullshit ya get your whole crew wet
We in the club doin the same ol' two step
Guerrilla Unit cuz, they say we bugged out
Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast, we thugged out

[Chorus 2 - repeat 2x]

[50 Cent]
Ah ha!