 [50 Cent - Talking]
Yeah, niggas talkin all that gangsta
shit
Actin like my money ain't no good in
the hood, you know what I mean?
Fuckin head blown off nigga, you
know?
[Chorus x2]
They, they talkin that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talkin like that
[50 Cent]
I'm the talk to hit every barbershop
and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap
ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with
a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow
tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the
talkin stop
My money long now, I can make the
Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talkin
bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in
the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on
that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man,
bitchy as gorilla shit
I'm markin my music like diesel on the
block
So if you with me you gon' eat and
you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love
Buddha
I'll send your kids through the
shooter, Crip niggas love me like
they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause
niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you,
BLAM!
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
You think you a killer but we gon just
pay 'em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so
nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like
I'm John Wayne
Shootin these niggas lights out like
Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to
see you bleedin
After you feel these hollow tips,
nigga, then we eatin
Full of anger until there's no more
bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothin like when you get
popped and don't know who to
blame-a
Nigga told me, 'Do your dirt all by
your lonely'
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50
couldn't even hold me
I'm waitin, anticipatin to put a nigga
under
Smokin like we some Jamaicans
fuckin with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is
a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just
don't discuss
So point him out and watch how I
knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a
nigga watchin y'all, motherfucker!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make
no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your
stupid ass up in steps
Beggin niggas don't understand
though
Probably cause my hand glow when
I'm anticipatin the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas
thinkin they Rambo
You get one warnin so I suggest you
let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be
tough, nobody acting soft
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eatin
applesauce
Usually for yappin off and turn
apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger
they might have
My niggas buyin so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose
change, you'll probably feel on the
handle
Holdin sixteens to get your
bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems
in both homes
There's only one team on top, we
number one with a glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass
SHOT!
[Chorus]
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