50 CENT Verse
aiight aight,
thats enough N*gga in know way gonna like that sh*t,
aah aaah aah aaah
N*gga this is simple,not complicated,
i i i i think u faded,
i aint stopping the thing i made it,
i got outta line off off offline oh yeah
u act like a u gotta vag*na,u p*ssy n*gga,
front on me n*gga fi fi i find ya,theres no runin from me,
coochie me in the darkest hour,rather be mob definite mobbed in hour durin eve,
that would build in my veins,
i gonna make around that u bang yourself, ahhh..
around then disappear like David blaine,
m higher than Giraffe hes flyin a plane,
no evaluation necessary m insane,the power of lama,
the hot deal like obama,
bricks in the open door m bursting the lava,
time to tell the truth like pariah gama,
no call the young of the stock holy marno,
m plastically estranged call me the piano man,
i move the keys f*ck up the piano man,
i sold out like the one man band with the trumpet,
if i let it blow one half of the fence will block it,
n*ggas be talkin all that jazz,
when i get down to get down that as*,
that base so deep, my heart so cold,
i let u hear to that streetsweeper drumline roll,
rata-tat-rattta-tat-tat...
i never hate to put this n*gga on that mag,
cuz i got the elm street blues,i see u on the 6 o clock news,
rata-tat-rattta-tat-tat...
i never hesitate to put that N*gga on his back,
u loose
cuz i got the elm street blues,
u loose
i see u on the 6 o clock news,
this 50 coolin on his vintage tommy gun bounce,
i that wrong sheet i might hit ur as* up,
i m on 9. i would move on so fast,
my night work like m fresh out of grass,i aint one place,
so i dont play bay,got pul up my cardiac,yeah..
m dreamin fruits of my labour,c**e boy or dope boy,
now n*gga major,
i used to cut crack when my gradmomma china,
cook up the chef i m milf's diner,
smokin i smell kush to the jar,
m trippin i might put a clip to your cars,
m sick then tell me how i made this far,
love war m fat commander, i want you to open the box of pandora,
i destroy you and everything you stand for,
rata-tat-rattta-tat-tat...
i never hesitate to put that N*gga on his back,
u loose
cuz i got the elm street blues,
u loose
i see u on the 6 o clock news,
rata-tat-rattta-tat-tat...
i never hesitate to put that N*gga on his back,
u loose
cuz i got the elm street blues,
u loose
i see u on the 6 o clock news,
yeah...
m self side n*gga to the bone,
and when my n*ggas not there i do it on my own,
check my track record n*gga haha
50
yeah..
thats cool for the star,,,
get high to that sh*t...
aiight aight,
thats enough N*gga in know way gonna like that sh*t,
aah aaah aah aaah
N*gga this is simple,not complicated,
i i i i think u faded,
i aint stopping the thing i made it,
i got outta line off off offline oh yeah
u act like a u gotta vag*na,u p*ssy n*gga,
front on me n*gga fi fi i find ya,theres no runin from me,
coochie me in the darkest hour,rather be mob definite mobbed in hour durin eve,
that would build in my veins,
i gonna make around that u bang yourself, ahhh..
around then disappear like David blaine,
m higher than Giraffe hes flyin a plane,
no evaluation necessary m insane,the power of lama,
the hot deal like obama,
bricks in the open door m bursting the lava,
time to tell the truth like pariah gama,
no call the young of the stock holy marno,
m plastically estranged call me the piano man,
i move the keys f*ck up the piano man,
i sold out like the one man band with the trumpet,
if i let it blow one half of the fence will block it,
n*ggas be talkin all that jazz,
when i get down to get down that as*,
that base so deep, my heart so cold,
i let u hear to that streetsweeper drumline roll,
rata-tat-rattta-tat-tat...
i never hate to put this n*gga on that mag,
cuz i got the elm street blues,i see u on the 6 o clock news,
rata-tat-rattta-tat-tat...
i never hesitate to put that N*gga on his back,
u loose
cuz i got the elm street blues,
u loose
i see u on the 6 o clock news,
this 50 coolin on his vintage tommy gun bounce,
i that wrong sheet i might hit ur as* up,
i m on 9. i would move on so fast,
my night work like m fresh out of grass,i aint one place,
so i dont play bay,got pul up my cardiac,yeah..
m dreamin fruits of my labour,c**e boy or dope boy,
now n*gga major,
i used to cut crack when my gradmomma china,
cook up the chef i m milf's diner,
smokin i smell kush to the jar,
m trippin i might put a clip to your cars,
m sick then tell me how i made this far,
love war m fat commander, i want you to open the box of pandora,
i destroy you and everything you stand for,
rata-tat-rattta-tat-tat...
i never hesitate to put that N*gga on his back,
u loose
cuz i got the elm street blues,
u loose
i see u on the 6 o clock news,
rata-tat-rattta-tat-tat...
i never hesitate to put that N*gga on his back,
u loose
cuz i got the elm street blues,
u loose
i see u on the 6 o clock news,
yeah...
m self side n*gga to the bone,
and when my n*ggas not there i do it on my own,
check my track record n*gga haha
50
yeah..
thats cool for the star,,,
get high to that sh*t...