"Bitches Aint Shit" lyrics
C'mon
Hot 97
Blazin' hip-hop and R&B
You're now tuned into G-G-G, G-Unit
Radio
50 Cent (Here we go now!), Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
I'm hearing motherfuckers tryna steal my flow
But it ain't no thing because my nigga Yayo
Put me up on game when I came through the door (C'mon!)
It's like this and like that and like this and uh (Uh huh) (What!)
It's like that and like this and like that and uh (Uh huh, uh huh) (What!)
It's like this and like that and like this and uh (Uh huh, uh huh)
It's like this (Mm) and like that (Uh) and like
This (Yea)
I got these groupies backstage tryna rip my dick off
In Chanel panties and Gucci lip-gloss (What else?!)
Our shows and videos be the wildest
Wake up, get dressed, fuck the clothes stylist
Now my navigation system pointing arrows to your house (What!)
Got me in the hood with my nuts in your mouth
Big truck series, you heard Funk Flex
Since the whip spacious we can have (Break it down) rough sex
Now bitches give me head while my rims keep spinnin'
'Cause the truck be the size of their project kitchen
I'm a hustler, hand to hand
I turn fourteen grams
Into fourteen lands
I play Italian restaurants, Pedros in the palms
'Cause my number one fiend is into stocks and bonds
Yo, my hand is full of ink spots, writing with my pen
Got my ass in a mink spot, about (Here we go!) to blow ten
Man, these bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks (What else?!)
I tell them lick on the nuts and suck the dick
Then get the fuck out after they, done
Tell Banks to (Yea) hurry up bring in the next one (Uh huh, uh huh) (What)
And the next one (What), and the next one (Uh huh, uh huh) (What), G-Unit! (Lloyd Banks)
Look (Uh)
It's time to make the transition from a pad to a palace
I'm the same, old G with a jab like Morales
As long as a good movie is on and the jacuzzi is warm
She strippin' down like the Uzi was drawn
You know, snappin' outta Louie Vuitton
Her man knew he perform and get me evicted and do me a porn
I hear this every day, "Banks, don't treat me like the next bitch
And by the way, how many other girls you havin' sex with?" (Yea) look
We like the Neptunes, just different teams
We both move around with clips and they spit sixteen
I be damned if I trick one dollar, but if the chick come holla
And got paper I'ma get some outta her (You have sets [?])
I'm high every hour, the California light-green steamer
Am I hot? Nigga did Ike beat Tina? Ice cream Beamer
You're upset 'cause I say everything you don't say
Nigga, you ain't smoking hydro, you're smoking roach spray
It's like this and like that and like this and uh (God, damn)
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like this and like that and like
This
You heard my nigga
Y'all smoking roach spray, man
We on first class flight to Barcelona, man
50 Cent
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
Shady, Aftermath
G-Unit!
Hot 97
Blazin' hip-hop and R&B
You're now tuned into G-G-G, G-Unit
Radio
50 Cent (Here we go now!), Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
I'm hearing motherfuckers tryna steal my flow
But it ain't no thing because my nigga Yayo
Put me up on game when I came through the door (C'mon!)
It's like this and like that and like this and uh (Uh huh) (What!)
It's like that and like this and like that and uh (Uh huh, uh huh) (What!)
It's like this and like that and like this and uh (Uh huh, uh huh)
It's like this (Mm) and like that (Uh) and like
This (Yea)
I got these groupies backstage tryna rip my dick off
In Chanel panties and Gucci lip-gloss (What else?!)
Our shows and videos be the wildest
Wake up, get dressed, fuck the clothes stylist
Now my navigation system pointing arrows to your house (What!)
Got me in the hood with my nuts in your mouth
Big truck series, you heard Funk Flex
Since the whip spacious we can have (Break it down) rough sex
Now bitches give me head while my rims keep spinnin'
'Cause the truck be the size of their project kitchen
I'm a hustler, hand to hand
I turn fourteen grams
Into fourteen lands
I play Italian restaurants, Pedros in the palms
'Cause my number one fiend is into stocks and bonds
Yo, my hand is full of ink spots, writing with my pen
Got my ass in a mink spot, about (Here we go!) to blow ten
Man, these bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks (What else?!)
I tell them lick on the nuts and suck the dick
Then get the fuck out after they, done
Tell Banks to (Yea) hurry up bring in the next one (Uh huh, uh huh) (What)
And the next one (What), and the next one (Uh huh, uh huh) (What), G-Unit! (Lloyd Banks)
Look (Uh)
It's time to make the transition from a pad to a palace
I'm the same, old G with a jab like Morales
As long as a good movie is on and the jacuzzi is warm
She strippin' down like the Uzi was drawn
You know, snappin' outta Louie Vuitton
Her man knew he perform and get me evicted and do me a porn
I hear this every day, "Banks, don't treat me like the next bitch
And by the way, how many other girls you havin' sex with?" (Yea) look
We like the Neptunes, just different teams
We both move around with clips and they spit sixteen
I be damned if I trick one dollar, but if the chick come holla
And got paper I'ma get some outta her (You have sets [?])
I'm high every hour, the California light-green steamer
Am I hot? Nigga did Ike beat Tina? Ice cream Beamer
You're upset 'cause I say everything you don't say
Nigga, you ain't smoking hydro, you're smoking roach spray
It's like this and like that and like this and uh (God, damn)
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like this and like that and like
This
You heard my nigga
Y'all smoking roach spray, man
We on first class flight to Barcelona, man
50 Cent
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
Shady, Aftermath
G-Unit!
