Artist: 50 Cent f/ Hayes Album: The Lost Tape Song: Double Up Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [50 Cent] Yeah It is what it is son, niggaz can't stand it It's my fifth lap, a nigga been 'round and 'round the planet Shawty sayin "Welcome to Miami" Her friends sayin "Welcome to Miami" Jet skis, the yacht, parked in the back yard Back to back Porsches, a nigga go that hard I love money, nigga this drug money Laundromat spin cycle, make it snow money Beef nothin to a nigga, nigga I'm comfy Throw a hundred racks on a bitch, I told ya she want me If I want the hoe I get the hoe, fuck the hoe then forget the hoe Let a hoe be a hoe, pay a pimp, pay the rent I'm a fly nigga on or off, yeah I buy fly shit Presidential Roley, nigga tell me, now can you buy that? I'm the biggest nigga Southside seen since Fat Cat I tell a nigga suck a dick quick cause I'm strapped jack I make it double up, pure blocks of raw I, I, I did it, I got to get more I make it double up, baking soda galore 'Til we in Bentleys and mansions with marble on the floor I make it double up Ay bring me that Pyrex Get the baking soda, the ice I'ma show you how to do this shit You think I don't know what I'm doin but I know what I'm doin [Hayes] We on the other side of the border chillin with drug lords Tryin to put a order in during the drug wars Jay said this what happen when you disrespect one of us And cut a motherfucker head off right in front of us That's when I said I'm goin back to Cali My man said he goin back to Cali I know some Mexicans in Arizona I'm cool with I'd rather slang that than come and deal with this bullshit ... Cause I ain't gon' budge Pay me or die G, dawg it ain't no love Niggaz know who they owe, my number ain't change bitch Front door service, put one in your brain quick Could've put it right in your chest, close range shit Watch you die slow, let you know who you playin with Fuck all that swearin to God, promise and prayin shit I ain't a big sob story fan, I'm sprayin shit 12-gauge, AR-15, AK'n shit Passanger seats gon' get killed, I'm sayin this Princi-pals, we don't draw the line at drug dealin We crimi-nals goin all out Before I say you played me I'll go in y'all house And get killed there or blow your fuckin brains out You gotta bring ya ass to get some You gotta make cash to spend some And I ain't a victim muh'fucker - Hayes