Theres something about the way i get it I do, I get it Theres something about the way I did it Like there’s nothing to it
[Chorus] You don’t wanna see a n-gga doing bad My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag You see *****t clear when ya ass get hit You like me better rich You like me better rich I caught where ya live with the .44 mag Shut up *****, show me where the stash Now we got the **** we just waiting on the cash You know your getting hit, you’re getting hit
N-gga time, money, money time Smoke the barrell of the nine See ya see ya blood leak Tell ya punk ass weak Lay down, stay down Go ‘head kiss the ? Police box me in, I will kill a hostage Bang bang close range, there wont be no get back For the last time n-gga, tell us where the sh-t at You’re working my nerves and I aint got patience Barrell on my tre pound, I’ll let ya ass taste it
[Chorus]
This little light of mine, I’m gon let it *****ne Right under the barrell, I’m sure I wont miss Say a prayer I don’t care, I’m here for the money Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet Your catching hot, hell so far away Cough up the cash before *****t get really bad You don’t really really wanna see a n-gga when he mad
[Chorus]
Yeah, this that Power of the Dollar sound Some of you n-ggas aint even up on this Uh, yeah 50, Back with avengeance They gon call this the greatest coe=meback of all time This *****t gon bring chills up your spine G-g-g-g-g-unit
Theres something about the way i get it I do, I get it Theres something about the way I did it Like there’s nothing to it
[Chorus] You don’t wanna see a n-gga doing bad My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag You see *****t clear when ya ass get hit You like me better rich You like me better rich I caught where ya live with the .44 mag Shut up *****, show me where the stash Now we got the **** we just waiting on the cash You know your getting hit, you’re getting hit
N-gga time, money, money time Smoke the barrell of the nine See ya see ya blood leak Tell ya punk ass weak Lay down, stay down Go ‘head kiss the ? Police box me in, I will kill a hostage Bang bang close range, there wont be no get back For the last time n-gga, tell us where the sh-t at You’re working my nerves and I aint got patience Barrell on my tre pound, I’ll let ya ass taste it
[Chorus]
This little light of mine, I’m gon let it *****ne Right under the barrell, I’m sure I wont miss Say a prayer I don’t care, I’m here for the money Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet Your catching hot, hell so far away Cough up the cash before *****t get really bad You don’t really really wanna see a n-gga when he mad
[Chorus]
Yeah, this that Power of the Dollar sound Some of you n-ggas aint even up on this Uh, yeah 50, Back with avengeance They gon call this the greatest coe=meback of all time This *****t gon bring chills up your spine G-g-g-g-g-unit
