Pimp lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, G-Unit, man
50 Cent, man, it's goin' down, ya heard me?

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yo, Wise came home Far Rock edge, man, I figured I'd drop in (Woo!)
Bless him with a lil' short change to go shoppin' (Uh-huh)
Buzzer don't work
Elevator sh*tty, staircase p*ssy, his sister ran out huggin' on a n*gga, she missed me (What?)
Momma living room, he sipped Cristy till he was p*ssy (Woo!)
Told 'em n*ggas tried to blaze me last night but they missed me
In the CL, some n*ggas wet the driver side door (Uh-huh)
I had my vest on, I put the f*ckin' pedal to the floor (Ahhhh!)
Her son facin' her for a less [?] [?] hurtin'
They be hollerin' like, "50, let us put some work in"
Today's a nice day if it's a nice night, somebody gon' die
It is what it is, my n*gga, why ask why?
See I stay in some sh*t in the street
But the n*ggas Uptown love me like they love Pistol Pete, ya heard me?

[Interlude: 50 Cent]
Haha, haha
Brraaaat!
Y'all n*ggas eat that, n*gga
Live with that (Hahahahah)
I ain't even got to go hard for these n*ggas, man
Y'all n*ggas take that, live with that
Young! Lloyd! Banks!
Haha
G-Unit!
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent, Both]
I had my eyes on that Mascara, mami, Maybelline queen
Dolce Gabana vagina gettin' choked in the sauna, she had a
Dot on her face like Madonna, dressed like she date a designer
Look so good, I spend a day with her mama (Woo!)
[?] a break her, bring her, beat her, eat a plate of lasagna (Uh-huh)
Grab some paper, bring the heater case it's haters behind ya (Ahh!)
They call me Bandana Bank$, baby, I clap your only homie then I'm through with her
Go holla at Macaroni Tony (Yayyyy yo!)
In the back with a few cup of Henny, baggy pants to tuck the semi, case you get too f*ckin' friendly
My clique is tough as any, stop playin', I don't trick (Haha!) a penny, get your own sh*t
Callin' me with questions'll only get you a phone click, b*tch! (b*tch)
Yeah!

[Outro: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
Ayo Banks, man
G-Unit n*gga
Hahahaha
Ay man, I know the b*tch too, man
Smartest sh*t ever came out her mouth was my di*k
I'm a motherf*ckin' P.I.M.P., b*tch
Hahahaha
Get used to it, you know I'm sayin'
b*tch can't get a motherf*cking thing outta me but some conversation, ya heard me
This'll help you
You know deal with your emotions but you could get your ass down on that track b*tch
And get my motherf*ckin' money
Hahahaha