P.i.m.p. (g-unit Remix) Lyrics - 50 Cent

I don't know what you heard about me 

But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me 

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 

That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P. 

Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars 

She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada 

That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana 

She's feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her 

I spit a little G man and my game got her 

A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada 

Them trick niggaz in they ear sayin' they think about her 

I got the bitch by the bar tryin' to get a drink up out her 

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk 

She from the country, she like me cause I'm from New York 

I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head 

I'm that nigga tryin' to holla cause I want some bread 

I could care less how she perform when she in the bed 

Bitch hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid 

Look baby, this is simple you can't see 

You fuckin' with me you fuckin' with a P.I.M.P. 

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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 DPG 

F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P 

We internationally known and locally respected 

(And you know you're just a P.I.M.P) Now what you know about me 

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Yeah bitch I got my Now and Later gators on 

I'm bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong 

Your dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die 

Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side 

I'm down with that nigga Fifty like I down with blue 

(We love you Snoop Dogg) 

G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy 

Niggaz in New York know how Doggy get down 

I got my niggaz in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown 

I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around 

I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down (Down) 

That's waitin' on me to return 

So they can snatch these braids out and put my hair in a perm, word 

They love it when I get to crippin' 

And spittin' this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin 

You need to switch over and ride with a star 

It'll get you far 

I'm a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R 

Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb 

Got some tricks, but I ain't one 

I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run 

I let em' do as they please, as long as they get my cheese 

Even if they gotta freeze, or if it's a hundred degrees 

I keep em' on they knees, take a look under my sleeve 

I ain't gotta give em' much, they happy with Mickey D's, PIMP 

We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (Dirty, Dirty) 

We drive old school white walls with mink clothes 

I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em' dizzy 

Man cough up your love, or you're girl comin' with me 

When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know 

That money make the world go round, so lets get mo' 

Its time to show these playas how it should be done 

You got pimp potential, you're might could be one, G-UNIT 

In Hollywood, they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness 

In the hood, they say, there's no b'ness like ho b'ness 

You know, they say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster 

I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH