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 niggas kick in your door Screaming and yelling "get the fuck 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 nigga 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 niggas ain't eating no more So they don't give a fuck 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 fuck with me Put your hands up Put your hands up Now aybody in this club fuck with me Put your hands up Put your hands up Now aybody in this club fuck with me Put your hands up Put your hands up Now aybody in this club fuck 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 fuck who you work for 'cause you been a G When it's time to re-up (What) nigga you don't spin with me (Bitch) 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 nigga that 16 won't come put six in a bitch beam [Chorus: 50 Cent] Now aybody in this club fuck with me Put your hands up Put your hands up Now aybody in this club fuck with me Put your hands up Put your hands up Now aybody in this club fuck with me Put your hands up Put your hands up Now aybody in this club fuck with me Put your hands up Put your hands up [Outro: 50 Cent] Fuck it man! I don't care if you put your hands up or not motherfucker, I'm Fuckin' filthy rich right now **Laughter**