50 Cent
"Too Hot"

(feat. Nas, Nature)
[Intro: DJ scratching]
"Niggas bit off Nas shit" - [Ghostface
"Admit it, you bit it" - [G. Dep]
"Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas,
niggas, bit off, Nas shit" -
[Ghostface Killah]
"Admit if, you bit it, bit it" - [G. Dep]

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
You can be a ridah and ride, or a
coward and hide
Either way you go against me, you
still gon die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm
ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about
money, then let it be brief
I need a drop for when it's a hot, a
hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when
these fake niggas fold
The shit I kick fuck with niggas
mentally, makes them wanna
mention me
And see me doing a quarter century
in the penitentiary
Nastradamus predicted 50's the
future, that's a fact money
I run up on your workers with the
mac, like where that pack money
I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me
I got what you need, 19,5 a key
I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in
somethin' mean
And I'll clap any nigga for the right
amount of cream
Run up on them all with the same
problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle,
trey eight revolver. What!

Projects too hot, niggas better hope
we never hit rock
Cause then we gonna run up in your
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor,
give us the Ro'

[Verse 2 - Nature]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't
no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder that
sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let
them phillies slow me
I'm like a black man's asthma,
seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping
Ya'll need to fuck with the tightest, I
stick niggas
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in
My virus is obvious, past on to most
rap fiends
Un cured, ain't no vaccine
Last seen at the automatic teller
machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, blacking out
It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I
disappear on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or, you can't stop me with my
feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the
morgue, play your part nigga.

[Chorus - Last line cut off]

"Niggas bit off Nas" - Ghostface
"Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep
"Tell these niggas somethin' God" -
Ghostface Killah

[Verse 3 - Nas]
What, yo
I disturb niggas and white boys, with
five pointed stars
Tatted on they arms, pimp your
moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in
the bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on
the coat rack
Those that plot on me, nine times
outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but nothin'
they find on me
When I rap don't wait to clap
applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like George
Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
Porsche maneuvers thru the city like
New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park,
horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick,
wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we
don't sound alike
50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride
to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I
started, let's go

[Intro - Once]