*3 shots*
[50 Cent talkin]
G-G-G-G-Unit *yeah, yeah*
50 Cent *aha, aha*
Shady,
Aftermath *haha*
The dream team,
we gotta get the get well cards *yeah*
Niggaz is sick, *haha*
feel this,
non stop.
*2 shots*
*3 shots*
Motion picture shit
*hahahaha*
Now don't think I won't hit ya coz I'm popular,
I got a P-90 rule gotta pop at ya'll,
Catch ya slippin i'm gonna give ya wot I got for ya'll,
My clip loaded wid 16 shots for ya'll (oh *gun shot*)
Never had a hot gun on ya waist and blood on ya shoe
Coz a nigga wouldn't say the wrong shit to you
Homie you ain't been through wot I been through
You not like me and I'm not like you
I'm like a animal wid it when I spit it
Its crazy, gotta send me all those who put holes in niggaz tryna play me
One shot is not enough you need you need least a uzi to move me
After 4 bottles of don a kid start feelin woozie
I write my life you write wot you in the gangsta movies
I'm gangsta to the core nigga you can't move me
I find my space at the top I got this rap shit locked
I never heard of you, you heard of me
I murda you, spit shells at your convertable
Low less you know this
Richard Pourhallo still go through your door
This is raw
You scared of me your not prepared for me
The kid is back, 50 Cent
I know you like that, yeah I know you like that
Green lantern *gun shot*
Shady records, anger management y'all
Homie *homie, homie*
Yeah *gun shot*
*3 shots* |
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