Lyrics A Lil Bit of Everything U.T.P. - G-Unit , 50 Cent

Every time 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
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 it's a Mexican stand off
I put a hole in your grill with the nine mil
Dressed in all black, lookin' for souls to steal
I gotta lil' bit of dust, lil' bit of cocaine
Lil' bit of dro, lil' bit of heroine
A lil' bit of ecstasy
That's why you bitch wanna be next to me
We sell a lil' bit everything
I gotta lil' bit of dust, lil' bit of cocaine
Lil' bit of dro, lil' bit of heroine
A lil' bit of ecstasy
That's why you bitch wanna be next to me
We sell a lil' bit everything
I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag
And rockabye, 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
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
I gotta lil' bit of dust, lil' bit of cocaine
Lil' bit of dro, lil' bit of heroine
A lil' bit of ecstasy
That's why you bitch wanna be next to me
We sell a lil' bit everything
I gotta lil' bit of dust, lil' bit of cocaine
Lil' bit of dro, lil' bit of heroine
A lil' bit of ecstasy
That's why you bitch wanna be next to me
We sell a lil' bit everything
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 hoe
You don't got no whip, I get you a car
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
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
I gotta lil' bit of dust, lil' bit of cocaine
Lil' bit of dro, lil' bit of heroine
A lil' bit of ecstasy
That's why you bitch wanna be next to me
We sell a lil' bit everything
I gotta lil' bit of dust, lil' bit of cocaine
Lil' bit of dro, lil' bit of heroine
A lil' bit of ecstasy
That's why you bitch wanna be next to me
We sell a lil' bit everythin'