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[50 Cent (Olivia) Intro]
Yeah..
50..
Olivia..
We Both Think Alike..
(We Both Think Alike)

[50 Cent (Olivia) Refrain:]
Now shorty we can party
till’ the break of dawn
(we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home
(we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off
(we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till’ your bedroom
to break ya off
(we both think alike, uh oh)

Now shorty we can party
till’ the break of dawn
(we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home
(we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off
(we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till’ your bedroom
to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

[50 Cent]
I’m not gon’ waste your time
talkin’ about shit that you know
I’m so hood that
even when i try to hide it, it shows
I be grindin’ girl i’m focused
i be gettin’ my dough
You know if it aint the flow
then it come from the O’s
Plus a nigga like a pimp
when it come to the hoes
Every hood every city
all the gangstaz know
Front on me and you
be gettin’ hit up fo sho
I make it hot when its 20 motherfuckin’ below
See with me in V.I.P you can twist and blow
When the champagne finished
baby order some more
Keep her eye on ya close
while you out on the floor
The way you move
i have a nigga straight sniffin’ some coke
If you ready to roll
shorty we could just roll
When you ready to go
i be ready to go (uh oh)
See everything i do,
i do on the low (uh oh)
So when we do our thing
nobody will know (uh oh)

[Refrain]

Now shorty we can party
till’ the break of dawn
(we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home
(we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off
(we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till’ your bedroom
to break ya off
(we both think alike, uh oh)

[50 Cent]
Now look i know you into the shiny things
The platinum chains and the diamond rings
The 24 inch chrome on the range
I see you in your projects
buy your window payinNow shorty me and you
we came up the same
The fact before rap
i ain’t have a thing
I hustled got my weed up
now im sittin’ on change
I mean i got money out that ass mayne
When niggaz get to beefin’ i be laffinCuz i can send my homiez
through to blast ‘um
Stick him with the or just slash ‘um
Now fool are you crazy thats what we ask ‘um
But back with me n you,
you shorty decide a thang
First its off with the bra
then its the G-string (uh oh)
We leave it up to me
then we do it my way (uh oh)
And get straight to it
skip the four play (uh oh)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
It’s 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain’t got tyme to waste
Let’s make it

[50 Cent]
You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin’
You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin’
You ain’t a friend of mine, (huh)
You ain’t no kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think that I’ma run up on you with tha nine
We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind
So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine
A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
I crush ‘em everytime, punch ‘em with every nine
I’m fuckin with they mind
I make ‘em press rewind
They know they can’t shine if I’m around the rhyme
Been on Paroza’s, 94 cuz I commit tha crime
I send you my line, I did it three ta nine
If D’s ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin’
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin’
You been hustlin a long tyme
And you ain’t got nuttin

[Verse 2]
Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie
What tha fuck happened to you?
I got tha sickest phonetta, when it come to tha chedda
And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I’ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I’m livin once than deada, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain’t gonna let her
Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We in tha club doin’ the same ol’ two step
Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don’t go nowhere without toast we thugged out

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3]
Me I’m no monsta, me I’m no gangsta
Me I’m no hitman, me I’m jus me, me
Me I’m no wanksta, me I’m no acta
But it’s me you see on your TV
Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
I’m gettin’ what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I’m gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin they goin murd’ 50, how?
We ridin ’round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
What you know about AK’s and AR 15’s?
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh

[Chorus 2X]