Clue Shit!

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[Intro: 50 Cent] You know Clue, right, I'm tryna holla at this bitch right And I'm like 'yeah' I told her I write music for a livin' And she's like 'yeah' I say "yeah, my name is 50 Cent" And she said "oh you 50 Cent You know I love your music, I listen to DJ Clue, I hear your music all the time" And I'm like yeah, this bitch on my dick, I love this music shit, man, this shit is the shit right here, man Ay yo, but I seen you in that black Escalade, Clue And I seen your boy Skane in that silver 745, boy Man, ya'll playin' hardball like a motherfucker See me I switch up hoopties cause niggas pay niggas to shoot me Ya know how it is in the hood [Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent] Dead men don't hear no applause Don't men don't go off on tours Dead men don't accept no awards 50 they thought you was dead Yeah kid [Chorus: 50 Cent] 50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker Niggas thought they got me 9, 9 shells couldn't stop me I Hit 'Em Up worse than Pac, watch me 50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker Niggas thought they got me 9, 9 shells couldn't stop me I Hit 'Em Up worse than Pac, watch me [Verse: 50 Cent] I don't hesitate to pull out the Burna, nigga I stick my snub nose in shit, that don't concern a nigga I'm the reason that Coupe ain't got no top I'm the reason that Ruger ain't got no shots But when I squeeze, I tend to keep on squeezin' If your lucky, you can run, and keep on breathin' (Yeah!) When my knife hit ya windpipe and you start wheezin' (Huh) Puttin' your hand over the hole, ain't gon' stop the breathin' (Woo!) I am what I am, and I ain't gon' change, my fifth clip loaded to the tip, I'll blow out ya brains, trust me I'm not what you used to homie (Rrrr) You lil faggot, I'll tell ya fuckin' boss to blow me (Uh huh) They puttin' pressure on you, you payin' 'em punk (Yeah) I'd rather die like a man than to live like a chump (Uh huh) I only walk wit a limp, when I walk wit a pump I can't wait to see you scatter when I pull out and dump Take that! [Chorus: 50 Cent] 50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker (Uh huh) I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (I'm back) Niggas thought they got me 9, 9 shells couldn't stop me I Hit 'Em Up worse than Pac, watch me (Whadd up nigga) 50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (Uh huh) Niggas thought they got me 9, 9 shells couldn't stop me I Hit 'Em Up worse than Pac, watch me [Outro: 50 Cent, DJ Clue? & [?]] This, time, I'mma, hit 'em, harder (harder, harder) This, time, I'mma, hit 'em, harder (harder, harder) 50 Cent G-Unit DJ Clue Early (Yo I'm over here chillin' wit my man Fiddy Cent) Damn (We both from Queens) That's hot man, rewind that (You know I'm sayin') (And ya'll niggas can not, stop, Queens)