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It's 50
It's The Unit
That means it's money (Ha ha)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Na nigga I don't know
I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Now a days niggas snitchin' so much in the street
But you gotta talk to them like they the police
Na, I don't nothin about poppin' the heat
I don't know nothing about settlin' no beef in the street
Na, I don't know nothing about baggin the grams
I ain't neva had no spot over hand and hand
Me, I don't know nothin' about taking a stand
I ain't neva get a nigga ass stuck in the can
Na, I don't know nothin' about dro or hash; coke, dope, X, dust, or crystal meth
Na, I'm just tryin to rap to get me some cash
Keep the hip-hop police off my ass
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Na nigga I don't know
I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Ayo, thats my word on a stack of bibles
I don't know who did it, I don't know who resbonsible
Though I know who spit and all i know is who givin me this cash just to down 12 to get in yo ass
Listen, keep it far away from me, I ain't got time for sittin' in the penetentary
All I know i'm rich, all I know is that g-unit work, when the album drop they go bizzerk
Mad Video play, crazy radio spins, Number 1 all the time, our reign never ends
Don't point the finger at us, somebody shit hangin', they had a beef with us cuz we don't know anything
[Chorus: Spider Loc]
Na nigga I don't know
I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do
[Verse 3: Spider Loc]
I don't know nothing about jumping out, splittin' homeboy head
It's really fucked up cuz they say that homeboy dead
I can't even think who would want him dead
Have no idea what type a gun they have done him with
You see I hear no evil and I don't see no evil
They tryin' talk to, hear from, and see those people
And I ain't have them little homies burn up no regal
I'm just tryin to do this music thing and just go legal
I don't know why my name in yo female phone
But you really starting to sound like a female homes
Don't know why they told you we sell stones
We in the internet tryin' to get our e-mail on
[Chorus : Lloyd Banks]
Na nigga I don't know
I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do
[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
Na nigga, I don't know who sent the young boys through
To air the strip, this shit just ne happinin' out the blue
I don't be around here, I ain't hit the news
I don't know now why that man be clutching on his shit when he move
I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewles
You know how easy it is to get shit confused
I wasn't even in New York, I was just on a cruise
Somewhere way out in the islands, with yo bitch in the cruise
Oops, my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze
They get hit with the uz, ooze all over the street
I don't know why they say what's up, I don't know who's in that jeep
He talk about me all day but I ain't loosing no sleep
[Chorus: Mase Murda]
Na nigga I don't know
I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, and I don't know who shot you
I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do
[Verse 5: Mase Murda]
I don't know, why my chram about as big as your palm
And why the diamond chain I wear is bout as long as yo arm
You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezald
There is one, for everytime I had to grind up in the ghetto
I can show you how to do it, you tired of ridin' Buicks
I don't know why niggas rap for years and can't make hotta music
Even when, I don't do chicks release, body fluids
Body drop, shotty cock, and niggas wanna tie me to it
I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say i'm they daddy
Why these Harlem CB4 niggas just keep, comin' at me
Got as many beefs as 50, and a nigga go to church
Could you image if my hands was in work
I don't know
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Na nigga I don't know
I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do
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