50 Cent — Peep Show lyrics

[Intro:]
Hahaha
I told n****s not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Hahaha

[50 Cent]
Aww n***a don't trip
I'll kill ya if you f**k with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aww n***a don't trip
You gon' make me get on some s**t
Run up on you quick
What up, you're whipped
Aww n***a don't trip
You gon' get ya monkey a** hit
Run in ya whip tryna f**k with my clique
Aww n***a don't trip
Case you didn't know who this is
Its 50 Cent b***h, G-Unit
Aww n***a don't trip

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam
Murcielago, top down, n***a damn
I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz s**t, ruger in my hand
Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
A n***a big as King Kong in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty b*****s out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel b*****s come and suck on my d**k

My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and s**t
N****s be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charm
Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
N***a you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My n****s we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You f**k around if you wanna

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
I don't need n****s for support, I don't walk with a crutch
N****s know my stage, they don't f**k with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun
This is that ferrari F-50 s**t, its real layed back
Type s**t you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same s**t for ten bodies, you get for one cuz
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a n***a still really tryna move cane
Make a lil extra money on the side mayn
I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word
Puttin' that work in, parrelli's on the Porsche chirpin'
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin' to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
N***a you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My n****s we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You f**k around if you wanna
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