[50 Ay yo, what's up, yo is 50 cent here with mah man Green Lantern And you how the fuck it go down You wanna hate? Okay, okay, You can hate me baby! I'm on fire right now ya ass nigga, ya heard me...
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Yeah... Detroit, Motherfucka... DJ Green Lantern (The Genius) D12, We ain't nowhere... We still crack, nigga... (laugh) Let 'em know...
Bitch, Keep Keep on poppin off, flip them because We ain't We ain't got to shit to yall So all can lick the balls and Walkin'! Keep on poppin' that shit you we ain't stoppin' cause You ain't us! We ain't got to shit to yall So all can lick the balls and Walkin'!
(Come on!)
(Yo) The Derelict's I'm blazing niggas they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed I even my therapist crack You is bitches, straight up, I'm bearing the facts I pussy with all my heart, but I married a gat (gun clicks) And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't play me blow your tattoos all over 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') a firebomb down your chimney While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes a semi Knife with the hands, never bow down to man I was guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands Smother clan! Sever your and your legs And mail your brother your heart, and your mother your head!
I'm the one, you bitch, that touch ya Type of brother fuck your mother a fishnet rubber (scream) A belligerent and rowdy That'll dump your body, and still fly away to Maui on it comes to beefin', it ain't no explainin' I change language with a stainless I'm contained an anguish to leave you famous I'm a pit, I left an AK to paint your face with don't say shit, fuck your hype man If there's a bystander standing by, I'm at him! (Flat out) I can, You get squashed like pop cans I'll be shooting 7 up in mouth, man (ha, ha, ha) I'm to sell your mama bud, and lace it So she fire it up she coughin' blood I to see 'em lay shit I'm to behave in this case You try to be brave in a rage legs will be replaced
Bitch, Talkin' Keep on poppin off, flip them because We stoppin' We ain't got to prove to yall So all yall can the balls and Walkin'! Keep on poppin' shit you poppin' Cause we ain't cause You stoppin' us! We ain't got to prove shit to So all can lick the balls and Walkin'!
(Bizzy, on!)
I here to talk about Benzino, or Ja Rule I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray, and I'ma do (laugh) Sorry, I gonna mention you, you'll probably sue Next week, shit'll be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!) The time I had sex, a dirty mattress No condom, my grandmother bent over (Ugh!) Bizarre been fuckin' raw all Let's make a trade: My for your brother Syke! I'm not I'm an intellectual transexual with one (One nut) And I saying shit 'cause it rhyme I got colon cancer...I'm
(Yay Yay!) Rest in peace Jammaster Jay, 2pac, and Big (Fo' Sho') (Come on)I'm probably the 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 druggie on bail, nutty as With search light, bud he or in jail They're for hell... Together bells and blonde guy Get lungs hard Leave you full of holes like (Gunshots) We can take this from your front door to CEO office Got the key to your to pee on you often Leavin' your office, we over Or get White, mixed with baking soda Ya me...GET CRACK!
Crackheads! And is just mixtape shit, you fuckin' morons! This ain't brains over This is bullies over pussies! (Laugh) on!
Bitch, Talkin' Keep on poppin off, them jaws because We stoppin' We ain't got to prove to yall So all can lick the balls and Walkin'! Keep on poppin' that shit you Cause we stoppin' cause You stoppin' us! We got to prove shit to yall So all yall can lick the and Walkin'!