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lirik lagu 50 cent - i’m leavin’

[intro: 50 cent]
i’m leavin, on the next plane
i don’t know when i’ll be back again

[hook: g~unit]
i’m a southside n~gga you could find me where the money at
find me in your crib with the nina where that money at
see me i found that remedy to stop from telling
i’ll put the ruger to your forehead, pop your melon

[verse 1: 50 cent]
see me i gets busy, front and it’s a wrizzy
i move with the semis, zip zip through the city
the law can’t get me, the lord gotta get me
i make sh~t hot, then lay low till it fizzy
you think you know fiddy?! you don’t know fiddy!
in a s~5 fiddy, the fo’ fo’ with me
my man yayizzy stay off the hizzy
sell fiends whizzy, they smoke crack till they dizzy (oh!!!!)
your man joey crack, i told him before
he don’t want it with me, you p~ssy fat boy!!!!
you wanna go to war? ok, ok i’ll go to war?!
catch ya slippin put ya, put ya brains on the floor

[refrain: 50 cent]
i’m leavin, on the next plane
d’s ran up in my crib and found cocaine
fingerprints on the hammers and heroin
before i go back to jail i’m squeezin mayne
[hook]

[verse 2: lloyd banks] (50 cent)
look! the television caters to pop, not violent hits (yeah!)
the unit ain’t fall off it’s all politics (we the best!!!!!!!)
n~ggas don’t throw rights they throw hollow tips
and they don’t wanna get married they want model chicks (tell ’em banks!!!!!!!!)
s~x, liquor and dough, bottle piff
f~ck buyin the phantom, i’ll just borrowed fif’s
yesterday’s that is tomorrow’s this
from a land and a hill to a colorado cliff
n~gga you violate me i’m sendin’ you to god
i’m no peacemaker, that’s my jeweler’s job (f~ck that!!!!)
i spit it how i live it n~gga you the fraud!!
put my weight on your back you wouldn’t move the yard

[refrain]

[hook]

[verse 3: tony yayo] (50 cent)
yeah! aiyyo! touch one of mine, i’ll touch one of yours
send us to the hospital, i’ll send yours to the morgue
i’m like jesus to the hood, and god to the industry
all 50’s enemies are all of my enemies (woooooooo!!!!)
i’m a smoker o.g. kush in the jar
drop the top on the lamb place the poker with car
glock automatic yo, b~tch got a fatty yo
fourteen bricks, pablo k!llin fabio
i’m tryin to put 700’s they didn’t made them yet
yep! they got ’em now baby, the f~700’s crazy!
why buy the refrigerator doors
i blend up the d and cook up the hard
[outro: 50 cent]
i’m leavin, on the next plane
i don’t know if i’ll be back again, yeah!
i watch rap city!
i see this fat n~gga joe up there frontin
don’t n0body like this n~gga sh~t, this n~gga sh~t is wack son!
that n~gga j. holiday is the new n~gga
and he’s makin’ the sh~t hot!
n~ggas really don’t wanna hear your fat ass, n~gga!
sh~t is wack son!
tell ya straight up, n~gga!
and i’m easy to find, n~gga!
you can’t find me, look in the motherf~ckin yellow pages!
i’m right across the street from madison square garden!
aybody come there for motherf~ckin interview!
aybody come and talk to me when they need to take a meetin!
why you can’t find?!
huh?!
hard to find a n~gga that you know got a gun?!
right? hard to find a n~gga that you know ride around in bulletproof sh~t!
hard to find a n~gga!
huh?!
well now you got my undivided individual attention!
i’m on your ass now!

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