remain calm lyrics – 50 cent

remain calm
(feat. snoop dogg & precious paris)

[50 cent – verse 1]
try to remain calm, you’re f*cking with a don
pocket full of green, green in the bong
that b*tch with the bow leg stance turning me on
two little timepiece?
n*gg*s still want me dead like osam’
but they ain’t gon’ make, they come at me wrong
them n*gg*s all workers i smack the sh*t out they’re bosses
ferrari, i’m stronger than 5 hundred horses
money is power, you n*gg*s better wake up
my earrings blinking, that’s old sh*t from jacob
add it up, 4 plus 4 that’s 8 carats
you can’t run and get ya [?], you ain’t got it
blackjack we do that, 10 grand a hand
you could get shot f*cking with floyd that’s my man
billionaire brotherhood, we call this the money team
pinky ring flawless, my god i’m gorgeous

remain calm, you’re f*cking with a don
remain calm, hoe, remain calm
remain calm, you’re f*cking with a don
remain calm, don’t ring the alarm
remain calm, you’re f*cking with a don
remain calm, n*gg*, remain calm
remain calm, you’re f*cking with a don
remain calm, this a al qaeda bomb

[snoop dogg]
i’m chillin’ like a villain while i’m dealin’ i am
rulin’ while i’m coolin’ with my tool in my hand
post up, coast up, this is my life b*tch
up close only, you’ll get stuck with a knife b*tch
cuz burnt out, turnt out like a light switch
got a lot of hoes but charmaine, that’s my white b*tch
the rest of my b*tches, nah, they ain’t gonna like this
but i don’t give a f*ck cause they all love this night stick
but i still remain calm, bang and drop bombs
collar popped up cool as the fonz
motherf*cker, have a seat and loosen up
get a gl*ss of some gin now juice it up
deuces up
see there’s a line there for a reason
and if you cross it no more breathin’
you’re leavin’, believe it
we understand each other
cause i would hate to have to put a slug in you brother
ya digg?


[precious paris]
with fif’ on that sh*t, that glock c*cked in ya face
my tw*t c*cked in ya face, you know you wan’ taste
alexander mcqueen, strapless with my back out
6 inch givenchy’s and b*tch finna act out
n*gg*s on my heels tryna find out what the head like
i know what the bread like
my [?] headlight, shine like i shine
night or day time
but nah, nana-nah-na
make a n*gg* walk by, everything i say by
get wet i got that comeback
dead crack, my *ssets is my *ss jack
stunt i tell my n*gg*s right where your stash at
you’re f*cking with a southside b*tch
i go where the money go
i’m at ‘em, i put her on the strobe
get my money hoe
catch me in ferragamo
or dolce & gabbana or [?]
i’m b-squared up, what?


/ 50 cent lyrics