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[Paris:] I string em along with some acoustic guitar shit Tell em park it in front of Neiman Marcus I need that, I need that When we gon chill, where the weed at, the weed at? Said you got a Spider, where them keys at? Them keys at? Living on em, shitted on em [?] I'm hotter than the sauna, [?] is under Calm yourself before you get dealt with Had the medics working on your pelvis DOA there's nothing left to say Went down like an hourglass Paris 1st class regardless Saying bitches are responsive Me, I'm in the streets rocking the peace that's retarded In the diamond district with Jacob Making loot you little cons wanna savor [Hook: 50 Cent] We come from Queens where we are taught to handle Beef on our own You call up cops, we get it poppin We be out with the chrome [x2:] Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? SongtexteWhere Statan at? All my men is caped up, stingy with the snatch Cause niggas get too attached Sleep with the ratchet under the mattress Natural: my cat got a 5 o'clock shadow That don't matter cause niggas still bat her You chicks is getting fucks I'm on top, that's how I bop like Juliette stopped Eat it or beat it, you should already know my friend You're not needed: next nigga reading this Word to everything with some G shit Fuck with me, give me a reason Feel something hot, change the whole season For the greater good, make you fix your demons It's the loca, caramel mocha Bitches is on their sofa, I'm taking over You now rocking with the best mama Bombshell hood hottie in the egg-shell Bughatti, oh! [Hook] [50 Cent:] Ease on em, squeeze on em Moved up the 223's on em Weeze on em, dreeze on em In the bandanna, thinkin it's gang-related We on that gritty shit, the city shit New York New York You come through on some pretty shit Get outlined in chalk I get busy, I'm strapped now I'm tryna say I want you motherfuckers to act out I had that ass sprint towards the door when I back out Don't do it, don't you do it Don't make me sit to you Holy moly, icy diamonds are perpetual Diamonds blinking like Hayes take a look at it I'm a regular bad man, they say I'm a mad man Fuck a mask and gloves I lay it on bare hands We come from a war zone, them Southside streets Where anything and everything gets gunned to eat Aus Songtexte Mania