I Need A Girl Pt. 2

Yo u kno me I'm a straight-up nigga

So I tell a bitch exactly what I wanna do ya knah sayin?

If I'm in a club and I'm tryin to go home I'm like "Yo ma wassup"

Ya kno get wit u ya kno

I mean tonight tho, not like next month

None of dat other shit ya knah sayin?

But u kno every now and then I be lyin

I aint gonn front, I be lyin to the hoes man

I can tell a bitch exactly what she wanna hear

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]

I wanna be the reason u smile after u wipe ya tears

The reason you have the courage to confront ya fears

The reason theres 2 karats in each of ya ears

I'll splurge wit the paper ma, I dont care

How u like it, pumps or boots?

Jeeps or Coupes? Minks or leathers?

50 fall off never

Whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine

Cuz when I shine, you shine c'mon

Fine champange, we can toast to life

Crap table in Vegas u could toss the dice

Don't let ya friends get u confused, sayin "50 bad news"

I need u in my life girl, ya too much to lose

Ay Puffy stop makin them muthafuckin "I miss J.Lo" records nigga

Yo Chi, turn this shit off man I aint feelin this shit right now

Put sum hard shit on

--beats switches--

Yea c'mon uh hahaha yo

[Chorus 2x - 50 Cent]

Nigga u wont deny that I'm a fuckin rider

You dont wanna bump heads wit me

I'll put a hole in yo ass you'll see

That it aint cool to fuck wit me

[Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]

G Unit.. I roll wit gorillaz

Fuck a big bodyguard I hang wit pint-sized killers

I aint tryin to be dirty - still on the strip

I'm tryin to be dirty - filthy rich

Give a nigga too much rope he think he a cowboy

Give him too much dope I'm pushin a big boy

V-12 XL detail

I rap and wait for dem checks in the mail

And if u hatin in due time ya life will expire

Cuz my guns speak Jamaican they be like "Bloodfire!"

Where I'm from niggas be on sum sneak shit

When hungry use they lighters to cook they beef stick

And its dro and its Nestle, got me right

So my lungs be as black as Wesley Snipes

I'm on first class flights headed towards Vegas

Not slot machine niggas, we crap table playas

I roll a 7 cuz we crap table playas

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]

I kno alot of niggas want Banks gone

But my kinda beef'll fuck up ya grill and not the kind u put franks gone

I'm hot now so my meals is home-cooked

I deal wit more hoes than a Chinese phonebook

You hidin wit ya messed-up ratchets

I'm out blowin haze bags the size of ketchup packets

Fuck Uz' in ya ride, this tool's on my side

Got females standin' wit tattoos on her thighs

Visualize cats losin they wives

Cuz the next time I see em they got black and blues on they eyes

Nah I aint ready to die but I'm prepared

I'd rather grow old wit gray hairs in my bed

They kno me in the field, the kid wit the fans

That argue over my balls like Kobe and Shaquille

If u talkin bout millions throw me in the deal

Big city stadium tour roll me in the wheels muhfucka..