[50 Cent:]
It’s 50, it’s the Unit, that means it’s money, ha ha
[50 Cent:]
Nah 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 who cut you, I don’t know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[50 Cent:]
Nowadays niggas snitchin’ so much in the street
That you gotta talk to them like they the police
Nah, I don’t know nothing ’bout popping the heat
I don’t know nothing ’bout settling no beef in the streets
Nah, I don’t know nothing ’bout bagging the grams
I ain’t never had no spot or went hand to hand
Me, I don’t know nothing ’bout taking the stand
I ain’t never got a nigga ass stuck in the can
Nah, I don’t know nothing ’bout dro or hash
Coke, dope, x, dust or crystal meth
Nah, I’m just trying to rap to get some cash
Keep the hip-hop police off my ass
[Prodigy:]
Nah 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 who cut you, I don’t know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Prodigy:]
Aiyyo, that’s my word on the stack of bibles
I don’t know who did it I don’t know who responsible
All I know who spitting all I know who giving
Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in your ass
Listen, keep it far away from me
I ain’t got time for sitting in the penitentiary
All I know is I’m rich, all I know is that G-Unit work
When the album drop they go berserk
Mad video play, crazy radio spins
Number one all the time, our reign never ends
Don’t point the finger at us somebody’s hanging
They had a beef with us, plus we don’t know nothing
[Spider Loc:]
Nah 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 who cut you, I don’t know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Spider Loc:]
I don’t know nothing ’bout jumping out splitting homeboy head
But for real that’s fucked up they say that homeboy dead
I can’t even think, who ‘gon want him dead
Have no idea what type of gun they done him with
You see I hear no evil and I see no evil
Ain’t trying to talk to or hear from or see those people
And I ain’t had them little homies burn up no regal
I’ve been trying to do this music thang and just go legal
I don’t know why my name in your female’s phone
But you really starting to sound like a female Holmes
Don’t know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet trying to get our e-mail on
[Lloyd Banks:]
Nah 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 who cut you, I don’t know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Lloyd Banks:]
Nah nigga I don’t know who sent them young boys through
To air the strip, shit just be happening out the blue
I don’t be around here, I ain’t hip to the news
I don’t know why that man clutching on that shit when you move
I don’t know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels
You know how easy it is to get shit confused
I wasn’t even in New York, I was just in the cruise
Somewhere way out in the islands with your bitch in the cruise
Oops my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze
Lose they hit from the Uz, Uz all over the street
I don’t know why they said what’s up I don’t know who’s in that Jeep
He talk about me all day but I ain’t losing no sleep
[Mase:]
Nah 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 who cut you, I don’t know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Mase:]
I don’t know why my charm ’bout as big as your palm
And why the diamond chain I wear as ’bout as long as your arm
You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel
There’s one for every time I had to grind up in the ghetto
I could show you how to do it, you tired of riding Buicks
I don’t know why niggas rap for years and can’t make hotter music
Even when, I don’t do it chicks release body fluid
Body drop, shotty pop, and niggas wanna tie me to it
I don’t know why Loon and Fabby won’t just say I’m they daddy
Why them Harlem CB4 niggas just keep coming at me
Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church
Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don’t know
[50 Cent:]
Nah 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 who cut you, I don’t know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
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