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50 Cent
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Too Hot Ft. NaS And Nature
Niggas bit off Nas shit, Ghostface Killah 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
Niggas bit off Nas shit, Ghostface Killah 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
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
Nostradamus 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, 195 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 spot Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'
Project's too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock 'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'
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 up Ya'll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in silence My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends Uncured, 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
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock 'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot Niggas bit off Nas, Ghostface Killah Admit it, you bit it, G. Dep Tell these niggas somethin' God, Ghostface Killah
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 bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go
Niggas bit off Nas shit, Ghostface Killah 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
Project's too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock 'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'
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