[50 Ay yo, up, yo this is 50 cent You're here with mah man Lantern And you how the fuck it go down You wanna Okay, it's okay, You can hate me baby! I'm on right now ya bitch ass nigga, ya heard me...
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Yeah... Detroit, Motherfucka... DJ Green (The Evil Genius) D12, We ain't nowhere... We smokin' crack, nigga... (laugh) Let 'em know...
Bitch, Talkin' on poppin off, flip them jaws because We stoppin' We ain't got to prove shit to So all yall can lick the and Walkin'! Keep on that shit you poppin' Cause we stoppin' cause You ain't us! We ain't got to prove to yall So all yall can lick the and Walkin'!
(Come on!)
(Yo) The back I'm blazing niggas while they up in the Sheraton, I even sold my crack You niggas is bitches, straight up, I'm the facts I love pussy with all my heart, but I a gat (gun clicks) And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't play me I'll blow your tattoos all your baby seat (glass shattering) Kids an' all get hit, and all The take your back, liver, ribs and all (bah!) a street talker Heatsparker to Packing when I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Keep Talkin') Throw a firebomb down chimney While you're at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a semi Knife the hands, never bow down to another man I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some bands Smother clan! Sever hand and your legs And your brother your heart, and send your mother your head!
I'm the one, you bitch, that touch ya Type of that'll fuck your mother With a rubber (scream) A belligerent and rowdy That'll dump your body, and still fly away to Maui on When it comes to beefin', it no explainin' I change your language with a I'm with an anguish to leave you famous I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to your face with Niggas don't say shit, fuck hype man If there's a bystander by, I'm firin' at him! (Flat out) Cause I can, You get like pop cans be shooting 7 up in your mouth, man (ha, ha, ha) I'm about to your mama bud, and lace it So when she fire it up she coughin' I love to see 'em lay I'm to behave in this case You try to be brave in a rage your legs will be
Bitch, Talkin' Keep on poppin off, them jaws because We stoppin' We ain't got to shit to yall So all yall can lick the and Walkin'! Keep on poppin' that shit you Cause we ain't cause You ain't us! We ain't got to prove shit to So all yall can lick the and Walkin'!
(Bizzy, on!)
I here to talk about Benzino, or Ja Rule I'm here to talk about Ray Ray, and what I'ma do (laugh) Sorry, I ain't gonna you, you'll probably sue Next week, this shit'll be out on DJ (exclusive!) The first I had sex, a dirty mattress No condom, my grandmother bent backwards (Ugh!) Bizarre been raw all summer Let's make a trade: My wife for your Syke! I'm not I'm an intellectual with one testicle (One nut) And I ain't saying shit 'cause it I got cancer...I'm dyin
(Yay Yay!) Rest in peace Jay, 2pac, and Notorious Big (Fo' Sho') (Come on)I'm the best God in the your heart out of your chest And chest out of your vest your body a mess, streets bloody as hell Study my 12, I cut him he A on bail, nutty as well With light, bud he revealed or in jail They're for hell... Together with bells and guy Get your lungs Leave you of holes like Spongebob (Gunshots) We can take this from your front to your CEO office Got the key to your coffin to pee on you Leavin' your office, we over Or get China White, mixed baking soda Ya me...GET CRACK!
Crackheads! And this is just mixtape shit, you morons! This brains over brawn This is over fuckin' pussies! (Laugh) on!
Bitch, Talkin' Keep on poppin off, flip them jaws We stoppin' We ain't got to shit to yall So all yall can the balls and Walkin'! Keep on poppin' that you poppin' we ain't stoppin' cause You ain't us! We ain't got to prove shit to So all yall can the balls and Walkin'!