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50 Cent - Get Ya Boy Lyrics

[Intro: [?] & 50 Cent]
Colddddd, cold, coldddddd
Hmmmmmm, hmh, mmmmmmm
Genius
Nigga what'chu know 'bout it
Yeah!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Don't make me come and get ya boy (Boy)
The 40 Cal'll hit ya boy (Boy)
Them hollow tips'll split ya boy (Boy)
So don't make come and get ya boy (Yeah) (Boy)

[Verse: 50 Cent]
Flow slow, eyes low from the dro, push the blow
Pimp the hoes, throw them bows, fancy cars, designer clothes (Uh-huh)
Gold coupe, new Vogues, big diamonds, white gold
You fuckin' wit a psycho
I write what you like though (Yea!)
Full clip, don't trip, Blood, Crip, gangsta shit
Westside, Eastside, riders ride, cowards die (Woo)
Cold world, keep the heat, with me when I'm in the street
'Cause when you starving where I'm from, niggas learn to kill or eat
Ecstasy, Crystal meth, Marijuana, Cocaine
Man I got your drug of choice, here's a bundle of heroin (Ha ha)
Sniff or shoot, G-Unit boots, snorkels and thermos
My clientele is superior, when will you learn, yo?
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Don't make me come and get ya boy (Boy)
The 40 Cal'll hit ya boy (Boy)
Them hollow tips'll split ya boy (Boy)
So don't make come and get ya boy (Boy)

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Ha ha
Can't stop it!
I am!
Unstoppable!
Yeah!
I'm changing my name, man
Don't call me 50 Cent no more
Call me 50
Interscope Cent
Curtis
Interscope Jackson
I run this motherfucker
Hehhaha