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freestyle (g-unit pt.5) - dr. dre lyrics

[intro: 50 cent]
ayo, what’s up? this is 50 cent, man
if you just happen to see me cruisin’ by you in that new bentley gt, don’t get mad
if just happen to see me with a watch on that cost more than yo momma house, don’t get mad
if you just happen to see me with somethin’ on my neck that look like i could’a just bought like 3 or 4 cars or somethin’ wit it, don’t be mad, you know
don’t be mad you did the wrong deal, ok, shady aftermath
if you see me at the award shows with more than one award, don’t be mad, ok
if you see me somewhere at the mix show awards and they callin’ me “the number one artist in the street”, don’t be mad
ya understand what i’m sayin’? if i’m the, if they on the radio and they sayin’ “there’s a new king of new york,” don’t be mad
50 cent, man, blaaaat!

[chorus: royce da 5’9″]
i might make it look easy, that’s just the way i be pimpin’
makin’ my money, that’s just the way i be pimpin’
they wouldn’t leave me, that’s just the way i be pimpin’
you might not believe me, that’s just the way i be pimpin’

[verse 1: dr. dre]
i’m livin’ a motion picture, me and my n*ggas
in sixteen bars we’ll make the big screen ours
what is this? everybody’s jiggy now, is the hustle that good
in everybody’s city now, or do they act good?
i pimp on the street, i pimp in my sleep
and when i snore it sounds like i’m sayin’, “where’s my money?”
i ain’t playin’, i’m out there like, “where’s my honeys?”
you gotta be a pimp to understand just how i’m layin’
f*ck a lex bubble, i’m rich, and after this
i’mma be rich all over again, except double
see you ain’t so hard, if you ain’t burnin’ rubber in somethin’ with numbers after the dot, you ain’t no star
me and my whole crew, done either shot a n*gga or been shot
and if you check us out, ain’t no scars
hint * steppin’ to me is suicide
and that basically means that you could die, true superfly
[chorus: royce da 5’9″]
i might make it look easy, that’s just the way i be pimpin’
makin’ my money, that’s just the way i be pimpin’
they wouldn’t leave me, that’s just the way i be pimpin’
you might not believe me, that’s just the way i be pimpin’

[verse 2: dr. dre]
my life’s in the fast lane, that’s when i knew i had game
class came, i had hoes but didn’t know they last name
in school, when you n*ggas was tradin’ clothes
me and my n*ggas was tradin’ hoes like “what they fadin’ fo'”?
“carry my books you ho”, i had ’em slavin’ yo
i get skulled then i played the ho like, “way to go”
patrollin’ the halls holdin’ a black mac*11
under the black leather, platforms, a hat with a feather
i was so naughty, drivin’ a gold audi
all we did was throw parties and show up, with gold gotti
handsome, and some, i’m the one you ran from
cause you could only be the man in sh*t that i was banned from
make this sh*t seem easy, fiends need me
make the most conceited chick in this b*tch seem sleazy
pleased at what i’m doin’
and to all y’all pimp n*ggas, pimp on, and i’ll see y’all at the reunion

- dr dre lyrics

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