[50 Talking]Yeah come on nowY'all gonna make fifty madAnd you dont wanna see me madI keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit gunsWhen I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new onesMy homey told me to snitch the style upGot 4 cats sent to jail, cause i told the copsNow i gotta new diamond watch, and i wear vests on the blockI'ma snitch till im rich and theres no changin thatI used to sold crack? have to be a fool to believe thatThey got my wearin vests and now im wearing them all the timeDid you just do a crime? Fifty's droppin the dimeWhen i get in jail the cops lemme right outCause i snitched on my best friend (eminem saying "thats right")It don't take long, for my snitchin to sink in[Chorus - repeat 2X]You're thicker than waterOuch! twizzy wizzy waYou're thicker than waterOuch! twizzy wizzy waYou're thicker than waterOuch! twizzy wizzy waYou can be a Blood or a CripNigga, you bitchFollow Me[Tony Yayo]I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' fiveY'all niggas wanna die?I got a love affair, wit' violence and gunsWhen I got O'd up, my heart turned colderThat's why the mac react like a king cobraNow I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci loafersY'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroachesGimme one year, in this industryI'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country[Chorus][Lloyd Banks]Still walk around wit' the hammer bossRope and a crossHard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa ClausYour mountains is high, holdin' in Diana RossI'm like a 2003 banana PorscheI don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cutMy team in the cutt, packin' middle thingsI got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento KingsIt's 8 class karats in the borderI poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorderI'm a savage on your daughterShe ain't in the college dormThen I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought herI'm a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarterBrown colored from shit, he established in the waterYou got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan baseJust 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes[Chorus]
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[50 Talking]
Yeah come on now
Y'all gonna make fifty mad
And you dont wanna see me mad
I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns
When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones
My homey told me to snitch the style up
Got 4 cats sent to jail, cause i told the cops
Now i gotta new diamond watch, and i wear vests on the block
I'ma snitch till im rich and theres no changin that
I used to sold crack? have to be a fool to believe that
They got my wearin vests and now im wearing them all the time
Did you just do a crime? Fifty's droppin the dime
When i get in jail the cops lemme right out
Cause i snitched on my best friend (eminem saying "thats right")
It don't take long, for my snitchin to sink in
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, you bitch
Follow Me
[Tony Yayo]
I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five
Y'all niggas wanna die?
I got a love affair, wit' violence and guns
When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder
That's why the mac react like a king cobra
Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers
Y'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches
Gimme one year, in this industry
I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Still walk around wit' the hammer boss
Rope and a cross
Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus
Your mountains is high, holdin' in Diana Ross
I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche
I don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut
My team in the cutt, packin' middle things
I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings
It's 8 class karats in the border
I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder
I'm a savage on your daughter
She ain't in the college dorm
Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her
I'm a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter
Brown colored from shit, he established in the water
You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base
Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes
[Chorus]
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