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“Piggy Bank (Produced by Needlz)”
Artist: 50 Cent
Albums: The Massacre (2005)

Clickity clank, clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity clank, clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

I'll get at you
My knife cut ya skin
I'll get at you
Blow shots at ya man
I'll get at you
2Pac dont pretend
I'll get at you
I'll put that to an end

That shit is old, dont be screamin Get At me Dog
Have you runnin for ya life when I match ya boy
I get to wavin that semi like its legal
A lil nigga hurt his arm lettin off that eagle
You know me, black on black bentley, big ol black 9
Ill clap yo monkey ass, yea black on black crime
Big ol' chrome rims gleam, you know why I *Shyne*
C'mon man, you know how I Shyne
Im in the hood, in the drop, teflon vinyl top
Got a 100 guns a 100 clips, why I dont hear no shots?
That fat nigga thought "Lean Back" was "in the club"
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud
Jada don't fuck wit me if u wanna eat
Cause I'll do ya little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yea homie in New York, niggas like ya vocals
But thats only in New York dog, yo ass is local

Yea, yea, get more money, more money
Yea, yea, get more money, more money
Yea, yea, get more money, more money
Yea, yea, get more money, more money

Banks' shit sells, Buck's shit sells, Game shit sells
Im rich as hell
Shyne poppin off his mouth from a cell
He dont want it wit me, he in PC
I could have a nigga run up on him with a shank
For just a few pennies out my piggy bank
Yayo, bring the condoms, im in room 203
Freak bitch look like kim, before the surgery
Its an emergency, on Michael Jackson, see
You'll pitch her and say she looks like me
Kelis say her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard
Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm
Im way out in Cali, niggas know you cuz
First thing they say about u, you's a sucka for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots
After ya next move, I'll give ya what I got. (YEEAH)

I'll get at you
I puch out your grill
I'll get at you
Let out that blue steel
I'll get at you
Nigga I'am fo' real
I'll get at you
Get your ass killed

YEAH YEAAA! HAHAHA, Yall niggas gotta do somethin now man
All the shoot em up shit yall be talkin
You gotta do somethin baby!
I mean, I mean cmon man... everybody's listenin
Nigga, everybody listenin!
Hahahaha, I know you aint gonna let 50 do you like that
I mean, damn, rep yo hood nigga
Nigga you hard, right?
Pop off
Yayo, get Mobs & them niggas on the phone tell them niggas I said to grip up
Niggas got a green light on these mufuckas... hahahahaha