"P.I.M.P. (G-Unit Remix)"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, G-Unit)

[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
I don't know if you care about me
But I bet you're sick of all the fuss about me
No talent, no sense, you can see
That I'm a uneducated 'D O P E.

[50 Cent]
Now shorty, she in the pub, she drinking for hours
She got a thing for that Whiskey, that VB, that Drowers
That Hahns, Heinekhein, Coke, Lemon and Vodka
She's feeding her face, they paying her out cause they want her
I spit a little phlegm man and she spit it out her
A hour later she telling me about her baby fathers
Them punk asses by the casino saying that they screwed about her
I got the ho by the bar tryin' to get a number up out her
She like my cash, she like my dough, she like the way money too
She from the ghetto, she like me cause I'm from the hood
I ain't that rapper trying to holla cause I want some cred
I'm that rapper tryin' to holla cause I got no bread
I couldn't care less how many venereals she got when I had her in bed
Girl I'll cap it I promise, just get over here
Look baby, this is little can't you see?
You playin' with me you playin' with a D-O-P-E

[Hook x2: 50 Cent]

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[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
Doggy style in ya mouth for the 2003
And y'all know I'm from the 2-1-3

F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
We internationally known and locally rejected
(And you know you wanna be like me ) Now what you know about me

[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah gurl I got my Here and Now signals on
I'm bout to show you how my limp sound is way wrong
Your damn wrong if ya think that rappin' gon' die
2 piece with a hundred flies by my side
I'm down with the flu like i'm down with my broke crew
(We've screwed you Snoop Dogg)
Yeah I've screwed you too
G-U-N-I-Tizzy, listening' to me and my bullcrap rizzy
Rappers in New York know how Doggy get round
I got my milkbar in Queens, I got my deli Uptown
I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't runnin' around
I got some hoes upstairs and I got my hoes downtown(Down)
That's waitin' to be paid
So they can take their weaves out and put them in perms
They love it when I pay them their lousy-ass cash
And spittin' this D-O-P-E-Y image
[Hook 2: 50 Cent]
[Lloyd Banks]
You need to squash in and ride in my car
It'll get you far
I'm a S-T-O-N-E-D R-A-P-P-A
Yeah, I'm young, and I'm still dumb
Got some tricks, I'll scratch my bum
I'm a gorrila, literilla, I'll be here if you come
I let em' do as they please, as long as they scratch my fleas
Even if they wanna heave or jingle like my keys
I keep 'em away from the police, cuz they all from overseas
I ain't gotta give em' much, except imitation CD's, WIMP

[Young Buc]
We keep it limpin' down south, you know how it flow (Dirty, Dirty)
We drive cars lowered cars with suspension even on the dos
I spin the car around, and get em' dizzy
Man cough up phlegm, or you're girls weave gettin' frizzy
When your teeth and gums glow, she already should know
That brushing make the world go round, so lets brush mo'
Its time to show these playas how it should be done
You got Colgate homie? Lets start the fun

[Hook 2: 50 Cent]

[50 Cent speaking]
In Hollywood, they say there no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood, they say, theres no b'ness like ho b'ness
They say I talk like a fool, but if you listen carefully
I ain't got to make sense for you to catch up, DOPE.