G-unit - Cutmaster C sh** lyrics

New York City (New York City) You are now rackin' with 50 Cent (With 50 Cent) Are you ready? (Are you ready?) I said are you ready? (Are you ready?) See you with me n***a? (With me n***a) Drop that (Drop that) Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop G-Unit, somethin' new, somethin' new I'm not that n***a, in your video I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes And n***as know I be on the low But I miss my dough and I twist my dro I'm not that n***a that you think you know I walk around with a big four four You front on me, I'm gonna get at you dog I be right at your crib, waitin' at your door (What up, b**hes?) Comin' up I ain't had much, I wanted a lot I had paper for a hooptie but I wanted a drop So you know, I had to make somethin' out of nothin' (Yeah) Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumpin' Also hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did The older n***as really wasn't feelin' the kid Tried to find out where I lived so they could run in my crib But you can't hustle a hustler, I peeped in a sled Back then n***as yousta call me boo In 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brew Country came around, ease it and clappin' then Country left, strange sh** started happenin' Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins Cory shot Drew and we was friends, money turns boys into men The cycle never changes, sh** just starts again Nah n***a, ain't nothin' change, n***a Yeah, I've been gone for a minute but I'm back Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood You see my cherry red SL, n***a I'm doin' good Sometime I can't find the words to say how I feel So I take a quote from Menace, 'Look at the wheels' I'm addicted to stuntin', now that I'm holdin' somethin' I got a trunk full of guns from VA today (Oh yeah, let me hold somethin') n***a, you high or somethin', I don't play games I'm about my money, n***a buy somethin' I got a few fifths, I got a few nines Here n***a, take one, catch it took and bring me mine Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothin' for you, n***a You know, uh, don't say I don't look out for ya Ya, know what I mean but make sure you n***a You go catch some jokes And you come back, n***a have 'em And have my paper for that thang thang You know what I'm sayin'? Say I don't want it back, n***a don't try to use it And don't get it back for me, n***a and no sh** like that In fact, I can see y'all n***as now Run around sayin', 50 gettin' all this rap money And he won't help us, sit tight n***a I'm comin' You know, new sh** All this sh** I put out on the mixtapes Is for the mixtapes, I got a million, oh, my God My sh** is so hot right now, I'm in a zone