On Everything Lyrics - The Kanan Tape - 50 Cent

I really don't care what gang you bang 

What set you claim 

On everything (Nigga, put that on everything) 

I really don't care what clique you with 

Cause when I trip 

A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga) 

Don't come 'round me on your sucker shit 

I ain't the type to be fuckin' with 

Lover boy, want a tougher bitch 

Get the fuck from around me, get the fuck from around me 

I say the shit cause I mean this shit 

Bentley movin' so I done cleaned the shit 

Seat back and I'm leanin', bitch 

No, no, no, no, no, no, no 

You know how the shit go 

Out the do', oh, act a o 

That's more money, that's more money 

That's more money fo' sho 

I got a whole bunch of bad habits 

That fly shit, I gotta have it 

That pistol on me, I pack it 

Bitch, your fuckin' head, I crack it 

Me and my pinky ring are like marriage 

Plus she cut ten carats 

I shine on 'em, get a line on 'em 

Send the wolves right there at 'em 

I never said I'd get you by now 

You done heard I got you 

Heard all your homies was haulin' ass 

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To that club tonight they shot you 

I really don't care what gang you bang 

What set you claim 

On everything (Nigga, put that on everything) 

I really don't care what clique you with 

Cause when I trip 

A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga) 

I really don't care what gang you bang 

What set you claim 

On everything (Nigga, put that on everything) 

I really don't care what clique you with 

Cause when I trip 

A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga) 

You know every beef, I don't need my strap 

Knife work, I cut you, jack 

Niggas watchin' my paper stack 

Cops comin' every time I black out 

Owh owh 

Shawty sayin' I'm a mental case 

I'm sayin' fuck out my face 

You finna make me catch a case 

Your new bitch my old hoe 

I put her on fo' sho though 

Her head game was so-so 

That's why I had to let her go, go 

I'm blowin' up like I'm supposed to blow 

Photos 

Neck glowin' like it's supposed to glow 

Gold Cuban, club movin' 

New music, hoes choosin' 

It's a win, win, we don't lose at all 

Came up, we supposed to ball 

Don't know who you take me for 

I kill you if you make me, boy 

You don't know how real it get 

Playin' 'round with this gangsta shit 

We all in, we all in, I want one when I'm fallin' 

I really don't care what gang you bang 

What set you claim 

On everything (Nigga, put that on everything) 

I really don't care what clique you with 

Cause when I trip 

A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga) 

I really don't care what gang you bang 

What set you claim 

On everything (Nigga, put that on everything) 

I really don't care what clique you with 

Cause when I trip 

A nigga trip (Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga)