On Everything 50 Cent

[Hook]
I really don't care what gang you bang
What set you claim
On everything (Nigga, put that on everything)
I really don't, really don't, really don't care what clique you with
Cause when I trip
A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga)

[Verse 1]
Don't come around me on your sucker shit
I ain't the type to be fuckin' with
Lover boy, want a tougher bitch
Get the fuck from around me, get the fuck from around me
I say the shit cause I mean this shit
Bentley Mulsanne, I’m clean as shit
Seat back and I'm leaning, bitch
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
You know how the shit go
Out the door, O after O
That's more money, that's more money
That's more money fo' sho
I got a whole bunch of bad habits
That fly shit, I gotta have it
That pistol on me, I pack it
Bitch, your fuckin' head, I crack it
Me and my pinky ring are like marriage
Plus she cut ten carats
I shine on 'em, get a line on 'em
Send the wolves right there at 'em
I never said I'd get you by now
You done heard I got you
Heard all your homies was haulin' ass
To that club tonight they shot you