50 cent
50/banks
[50 Talking] Yeah come on now Y'all gonna make fifty mad And you dont wanna see me mad [50] I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones My homey told me to snitch the style up Got 4 cats sent to jail, cause i told the cops Now i gotta new diamond watch, and i wear vests on the block I'ma snitch till im rich and theres no changin that I used to sold crack? have to be a fool to believe that They got my wearin vests and now im wearing them all the time Did you just do a crime? Fifty's droppin the dime When i get in jail the cops lemme right out Cause i snitched on my best friend (eminem saying "thats right") It don't take long, for my snitchin to sink in [Chorus - repeat 2X] You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip Nigga, you bitch Follow Me [Tony Yayo] I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five Y'all niggas wanna die? I got a love affair, wit' violence and guns When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder That's why the mac react like a king cobra Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers Y'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches Gimme one year, in this industry I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Still walk around wit' the hammer boss Rope and a cross Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus Your mountains is high, holdin' in Diana Ross I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche I don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut My team in the cutt, packin' middle things I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings It's 8 class karats in the border I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder I'm a savage on your daughter She ain't in the college dorm Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her I'm a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter Brown colored from shit, he established in the water You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes [Chorus].