Lyrics: 50 CENT "A LITTLE BIT OF EVERYTHING U.T.P." (0/1)

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f Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo (G-Unit) &

[Bun B]:

Juvenile, Skip, Young Buck (U.T.P.)

[Skip]

Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen

Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in

Listen, I know we just came from fishin

Listen, I know we just came from fishin'

But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin

But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin'

I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder y'all

I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder ya'll

You and all the trouble goin through by servin y'all

You and all the trouble goin' through by servin' ya'll

And only cause my man heard of y'all

And only cause my man heard of ya'll

Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all

Other than that, shit, ya'll won't get served at all

[Tony Yayo]

[Tony Yayo]:

I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp

I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks

And yo my neck upgraded, my wrist's upgraded

And yo my neck upgraded (uh huh), my wrist's upgraded

I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob

I'm still on the strip, tryin to get my grims off

I'm still on the strip, tryin' to get my grims off

Nigga tryin to flip and its a Mexican stand off

Nigga tryin' to flip and its a Mexican stand off

I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil

I'll put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil

Dressed in all black, lookin for souls to steal

Dressed in all black, lookin' for souls to steal

[Chorus] - 2X

[Refrain: x2]

Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine

Little bit of dro, little bit of heroine

A little bit of ecstacy

That's why your bitch want to be next to me

We sell a little bit a everything

[Young Buck]

[Pimp C]:

I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag

I put the two mags, up to your do-rag

And rockaby baby, I'm in the blue Jag with

And rock a by baby

new tags, in case you wanna chase

I'm in the blue Jag, with new tags

I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle

In case you wanna chase

A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin call my people

I never knew that, the impact

We got these fiends pourin liters, and they shootin needles

Comin' up out a desert eagle'll

Need to be takin your connection, cause we got it cheaper

Make a nigga wooble and we be screamin' call my people

We got these fiends goin' liters, and they shootin' needles

We could be takin' your connection, cause we got it cheaper

Shit I ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess

Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga

Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, niggas

[Lloyd Banks]

[Lloyd Banks]:

Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a laser

Ya if I put a dress code all black, non-Howells and a laser

And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor

Your hollerin for praise ya, catch me in the

Your hollerin' for praise ya

hood with a model named Taysha

Catch me in the hood with a model named Taysha

And the swallow game major

These cowards ain't gangsta, they tellin

These cowards ain't gangsta

you lies by sellin you dreams

They tellin' you lies, by sellin' you dreams

And they ain't fill ins, they fiends

Plus they rat, and it's too hot to chill in the sun

My pops 39 years old, and still on the run

[Chorus]

[au Refrain]

[Juvenile]

[Too $hort]:

Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want coke

Order what you want, you want dope, you want coke

Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro

Order what you want, you want X, you want dro

Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo'

Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a 4

You feelin' hot and moist, I even get you a ho

If you don't got no whip, I get you a car

If you don't got no skills, I get your some more

My nigga we don't cut it, we serve it raw

Got anythin you want, play us awful hard

Got anythin' you want, play us off a hard

[50 Cent]

[50 Cent]:

My 22's bling, so niggaz scheme

745i clean, this little shell nigga, fuck a triple beam

745 I clean, these lil' shell nigga

Coffee pot to cook coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to loc

Fuck a triple beam, coffee pot to cook coke

Joe to smoke, I was born to loc

Method cut the coke, 50 no joke

I ain't "Scarface", no women,

I ain't "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don't give a fuck

no kids, I don't give a fuck

Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duck

With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya

With a P-90 Roger, I put shots all through ya

If you survive you gonna feel what talent do to ya

If you survive you gonna feel what talent, do to ya

[au Refrain]

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