Everybody In The Club Get Wit Me lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeahhhh man
G-G-G, G-Unit!
Ha ha
Yeah

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
One, here come the two to the three to the four
Don't be surprised n*ggas kick in your door
Screaming and yelling "get the f*ck on the floor"
Waving that Mac-11 and that four-four
We here for that bread and the bricks of the raw
No 9-1-1, no calling the Lord
You better off praying n*gga call on the Lord
Just yesterday you was so hardcore
Now you got your mama duct taped on the floor
Next time watch who stunting at boy
The blocks hot n*ggas ain't eating no more
So they don't give a f*ck lay down or go to war
Eat hollow tips and them clips for sure
They [?] [?] Teflon [?] [?] [?] boy

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Now aybody in the club f*ck with me
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Now aybody in this club f*ck with me
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Now aybody in this club f*ck with me
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Now aybody in this club f*ck with me
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
When the street lights go out and the thugs hit the block (Yeah)
If you ain't from 'round here homie you gettin' shot (What!)
I don't give a f*ck who you work for 'cause you been a G
When it's time to re-up (What) n*gga you don't spin with me (b*tch)
Whoever told ya, you can sell ya yola in the hood must've not been a soldier (Nah)
Let's get this understood, just because you're older
Don't mean a n*gga that 16 won't come put six in a b*tch beam

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Now aybody in this club f*ck with me
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Now aybody in this club f*ck with me
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Now aybody in this club f*ck with me
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Now aybody in this club f*ck with me
Put your hands up
Put your hands up

[Outro: 50 Cent]
f*ck it man!
I don't care if you put your hands up or not motherf*cker, I'm
f*ckin' filthy rich right now
**Laughter**