A Little Bit Of Everything Lyrics - G-unit

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Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen 

Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in 

Listen, I know we just came from fishin 

But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin 

I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder y'all 

You and all the trouble goin through by servin y'all 

And only cause my man heard of y'all 

Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all 

[Tony Yayo] 

I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp 

I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks 

And yo my neck upgraded, my wrist's upgraded 

I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob 

I'm still on the strip, tryin to get my grims off 

Nigga tryin to flip and its a Mexican stand off 

I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil 

Dressed in all black, lookin for souls to steal 

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[Chorus] - 2X 

Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine 

Little bit of dro, little bit of heroine 

A little bit of ecstacy 

That's why your bitch want to be next to me 

We sell a little bit a everything 

[Young Buck] 

I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag 

And rockaby baby, I'm in the blue Jag with new tags, in case you wanna chase 

I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle 

A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin call my people 

We got these fiends pourin liters, and they shootin needles 

Need to be takin your connection, cause we got it cheaper 

Shit I ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess 

Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga 

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[Lloyd Banks] 

Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a laser 

And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor 

Your hollerin for praise ya, catch me in the hood with a model named Taysha 

And the swallow game major 

These cowards ain't gangsta, they tellin you lies by sellin you dreams 

And they ain't fill ins, they fiends 

Plus they rat, and it's too hot to chill in the sun 

My pops 39 years old, and still on the run 

[Chorus] 

[Juvenile] 

Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want coke 

Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro 

Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo' 

You feelin' hot and moist, I even get you a ho 

If you don't got no whip, I get you a car 

If you don't got no skills, I get your some more 

My nigga we don't cut it, we serve it raw 

Got anythin you want, play us awful hard 

[50 Cent] 

My 22's bling, so niggaz scheme 

745i clean, this little shell nigga, fuck a triple beam 

Coffee pot to cook coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to loc 

Method cut the coke, 50 no joke 

I ain't "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don't give a fuck 

Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duck 

With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya 

If you survive you gonna feel what talent do to ya 

[Chorus]