Killa Tape Intro lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent]
New York City
You are now rockin' with 50 Cent!
Are you ready?!
**Gun clicks**
I said are you ready?!
C, you wit me n*gga? Drop that!
Paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop

[Chorus]
G-Unit!
Sumthin' new
I'm not that n*gga in your video
I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes
And n*ggas know I be on the low
When I gets my dough and I twist my dro
I'm not that n*gga that you think you know
I walk around with a big fo-fo
You front on me I'ma get at chu dawg
I be right at your crib waiting at your door
(What up 50!)

[Verse 1]
Coming up I ain't have much, I wanted a lot
I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop
So you know I had to make something out of nothing
Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumping
Hustled hard, at nineteen I bought a Benz, I did
The older n*ggas really wasn't feeling the kid
Trying to find where I live so they could run in my crib
But you can't hustle a hustler, I peeped it and slid
Back then n*ggas used to call me Boo
In six months I sold a million gold tops on Guy Brewer
Country came around, he's into clapping and
Country left, same sh*t started happening
Like, "He shot Rob for some ends, Rob shot Joe over some skins
Cory shot you and we was friends, money turned boys into men"
The cycle never changes, sh*t just starts again
[Interlude]
Naw, n*gga, ain't nothing changed, n*gga
Yeah, I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back

[Verse 2]
(Damn 50, good to see you back in the hood)
You see my cherry red SL, n*gga -- I'm doing good
Sometimes I can't find the words to say how I feel
So I take a quote from Menace -- "look at the wheels"
I'm addicted to stunting now that I'm holding something
I got a trunk full of guns from VA today
(Oh, n*gga, let me hold something?)
n*gga you high or something?
I don't play games, I'm bout my money, n*gga -- buy something
I got a few fifths, I got a few nines
Here n*gga take one, catch a jux and bring me mine

[Outro]
Yeah
Don't ever say I don't do nuttin' for you, n*gga, you know, don't say I didn't look out for you
Know I mean?
But make sure, n*gga, you go catch some jux
Come back you gon' have my paper for that thang thang, you know I'm sayin?
I don't want it back n*gga, don't try to use it then give it back to me
Cause I, I could see y'all n*ggas now running around sayin'
"50 gettin' all this rap money and he won't help us"
Haha
Sit tight, n*gga, I'm coming
You know? New sh*t
All the sh*t I put out on the mixtapes, is for the mixtapes
I got a million
Oh my God! my sh*t is so hot right now, I'm in the zone