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50 cent - i don't know officer lyrics

(feat. lloyd banks, ma$e, prodigy, spider loc)

[intro: 50 cent]
it’s 50, it’s the unit, that means it’s money, ha ha

[chorus: 50 cent]
nah n-gg- 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

[verse 1: 50 cent]
nowadays n-gg-z snitchin so much in the street
but you gotta talk to them like they the police
nah, i don’t know nothin ’bout poppin the heat
i don’t know nothin ’bout sellin no beef in the streets
nah, i don’t know nothin ’bout baggin the grams
i ain’t never had no spot or went hand to hand
me, i don’t know nothin ’bout takin the stand
i ain’t never got a n-gg- -ss stuck in the can
nah, i don’t know nothin ’bout dro or hash
c-ke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth
nah, i’m just tryin to rap to get some cash
keep the hip hop police off my -ss

[chorus: prodigy]
nah n-gg- 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

[verse 2: 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 spittin all i know who givin
me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo’ -ss
listen, keep it far away from me
i ain’t got time for sittin in the penitentuary
all i know is i’m rich, all i know is that g-unit work
when theb alb-m drop they go bezerk
mad video play, crazy radio spins
number one all the time, our reign never ends
don’t point the finger at us somebody’s hangin
they had a beef with us, plus we don’t know nathin

[chorus: spider loc]
nah n-gg- 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

[verse 3: spider loc]
i don’t know nothin ’bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head
but for real that’s f-cked 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 tryin 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 tryin to do this music thang and just go legal
i don’t know why my name in your female’s phone
but you really startin to sound like a females homes
don’t know why they told you that we sell stones
we on the internet tryin to get our email on

[chorus: lloyd banks]
nah n-gg- 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

[verse 4: lloyd banks]
nah n-gg- i don’t know who sent them young boys through
to air the strip, sh-t just be happenin out the blue
i don’t be around here, i ain’t hip to the news
i don’t know why that man clutchin on that sh-t when you move
i don’t know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels
you know how easy it is to get sh-t confused
i wasn’t even in new york, i was just in the cruise
somewhere way out in the islands woth your b-tch in the cruise
who’s my b-tch 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 losin no sleep

[chorus: ma$e]
nah n-gg- 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

[verse 5: ma$e]
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 everytime i had to grind up in the ghetto
i could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin buicks
i don’t know why n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z wanna tie me to it
i don’t know why loon and fabby won’t just say i’m they daddy
why they solve them cb4 n-gg-z just keep comin at me
got as many beefs as 50 and a n-gg- go to church
could you imagine if my hands was on work, i don’t know

- 50 cent lyrics

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