G-unit - I'm Bout That lyrics

(*50 cent speaking) iam in the hood man/iam in the hood all the time man son i come back from all the talk i come through see i switch through ive got mad cars and sh** like dat but n***as n***as look at that suburban like that black fif like their son n***as know thats bomb bulletproof eight proof you shoot a car like ping ping easy man n***as better be easy man come around me man actin like i anit a bout that (chours) i put the work in the chips yaha iam bout that put a hole in a n***a yaha iama bout that paper stacks bricks flip yaha iam bout that that I-95 trip iam bout that ridin witta full clip yaha iam bout that front on me wanna tell that d's yaha i doubt that i put the barral on i put the barrel in your fith ya mouth jack (tony yayo) ayi yo four door porch commin out in 209 thanks to curits jackson ive already got mine i shine yay's still livin the crime route dilver my dimes out when tnt call it time out i blow four charges my fiends going to the rehab like winehouse you know i got my shine's out love they way the wezzey look rob cop dezzey hype your runnin like dessie bush money green anit got these in the us 600 euros i cop these in prais back from japan looks from the d van jump in the booth turn into e man go to the strip go to the d man find some hoes in the club turn to the e man smoke more weed than the damman weed man more durgs more guns im d man (chours) i put the work in the chips yaha iam bout that put a hole in a n***a yaha iama bout that paper stacks bricks flip yaha iam bout that that I-95 trip iam bout that ridin witta full clip yaha iam bout that front on me wanna tell that d's yaha i doubt that i put the barral on i put the barrel in your fith ya mouth jack (LLoyd banks) oh hey iam the n***a on yack liquor stack flipper caidlac whipper automatic gripper 500 hundred dolla slippa so i smoke like boundy so iam commin by the zipper (uh oh)n***a i climb like up the parkin lot party stop 30 deep bent knees lambo feriiae n***as act like they family till sombody got shot bodys drop n***as tell skip town like they livin in a cell see me out inna bout the chrome is wit me fore i give up my chain iam rollin kindey iam so cripsy out in sydney stampeed the rececption they give me iam seven sixity you try to play me the blood will flow faster than the ojz my name is banks you never seen a ledgened on whells no tha accura the man wit the wheels (chours) i put the work in the chips yaha iam bout that put a hole in a n***a yaha iama bout that paper stacks bricks flip yaha iam bout that that I-95 trip iam bout that ridin witta full clip yaha iam bout that front on me wanna tell that d's yaha i doubt that i put the barral on i put the barrel in your fith ya mouth jack 50 cent i said iam bout it bout it im bout it bout it i push the coupey you see in books i crowd around it hos drop like like a yellow yacht sun gleemin glock right here co*k it in vison the fans sh** big whips wit big wheels bad b**hes on big hills and those ingoation big deals im careful wit p**y cuse p**y k**s what your life like my is like a rollercoster life around the toster poppin off brouchers bullsh** i break let of a full clip its the no'r when they see em dawg i dont give a f** if iam right and if iam wrong we hit em and we gone its long early in the mourn you be up wit the birds word is born give a adress we can write we rest put a hole in his chest n***as do the best (chours) i put the work in the chips yaha iam bout that put a hole in a n***a yaha iama bout that paper stacks bricks flip yaha iam bout that that I-95 trip iam bout that ridin witta full clip yaha iam bout that front on me wanna tell that d's yaha i doubt that i put the barral on i put the barrel in your fith ya mouth jack whoooo kidddddddddd dammn parcah gunit radio gunit staturdays go cop t.o.s n blood in the sand game n you know what go cop 50 x 50 book too man know what iam bout that ha dj whoo kid fat joe ive got you babby damnnnnnnnnnn fu*k FAT JOE