LYRICS
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[Chorus]Winter, spring, summer, fall, we out though, we out thoughCocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout doughCops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yoF-ck you thought we was trickin', get out hoe, get out hoe[50 Cent - Verse 1]I smile when that money come, stunt when that money comeNiggas front when that money come, andi'ma have to handle themMan i don't trust none of them,why they bringing and come with themWhy they come in a cop, fuck around and get shotI wanna cold blooded nigga shit i will pull a trigger 'causeYou'd better do your homeworkyou'll find out who you fuckin' wiyh'Cause i ain't full of sucker shit, i'm joking no Chris Tucker shitI ain't even smilin' i'm 'bout to star whilin'I got bricks of that peruvianA though face medicine, sniff that in doughs,that's a dope fiends regimenRange Rover, game over, i'm gettin' my lean onHard to miss my target when i done click the beam onI'mnot the one to scheme on, you pussy niggas dream oni give the work, fuck what you heard, homeboy you gettin' shotI'm out here with my chain on, my watch and pink ring onI hustle hard for this shit take a look at what i got[Chorus]Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out thoughCocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout doughCops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yoF-ck you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho[50 Cent - Verse 2]It's the same old, same old, extra clips, hollow tipsNiggas ain't playin' yo, we still on that gangsta shitThat block mine, find out when my Glock 9, pop uhi'm sorrounded by shooters, so i ain't got to shoot itYou niggas on computers better sit there and compute itDodge what i just said, or get shot and left for deadYou think you don't give a fuck nigga, i don't give a fuckI pistol whip your ass down watch your homies pick you upI got two million cash, that's my brown bag moneyThink maybe that's why niggas'll just fire mags for meit's the telephone game, i done heard through the grape vineNiggas talk crazy until the hollows start firin'[Chorus]Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out thoughCocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout doughCops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yoF-ck you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho[outro]Yeah, this what it sounds like when i'm rockin' four in the mornin'Shit slow down, i'm just fucking with youI'm ghetto, i'm ghetto like a motherfucker, ha haEh, niggas calls object, call some bitches mani'm finna have some bitches come over hereOh my God, this is the lifeEh nigga i'll tell you,My bank account gon' bring goose bumpsOn your motherfuckin' bank ha ha haG-g-g-g-g-g-unit
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