[50 Cent] N-gga this is ground hog day Back to buying coke I’m ill, no Doc, no diagnosis No cure, I smell fear
[Verse 1] N-gga my eyes don’t cry, my heart so cold Lets play, lets make a deal n-gga, sell me your soul Got a fetish for the guns, Calico drums Rap Meyer Lansky steady counting my ones Death dealer, Heron, meth dealer Top biller, point blank, I’m that n-gga Barrell smokin’, fiend smokin’, rims cokin’ Out on that 550 Benz, bitch is open Inhale, exhale, feel a different high Andrew McQueen shirt and jeans, this a different fly Presidential time, n-gga watch the Rolie shine No need for pens and paper, this here, whats on my mind
[Chorus] I know she wants a playboy I don’t think you should f-ck with me I’m shooting right away boy Find out when you run up on me I’m riding with that K boy I put that on my dead homies I spray it right away boy Fiund out when you run up on me
[Verse 2] When n-ggas shot me, I must have bled out my conscience Go ‘head play boy, I bang that thing at you like ronson I feel for you n-ggas I’m back now I told you n-ggas ’03 I don’t back down Me still a rookie, nah, I’m more like veteran I bet ya our part is full of n-ggas I’m better than Magician I make rounds turn to cash, kush turn in to ash Heads turn into ass, my bum n-gga the class Thats me in a nutshell, run tell I did it Interrogation hours go on, I wont admit it Got cash coming out of my ass, I’m so compelling These n-ggas act hard till you hit ‘em, they start tellin’
[Chorus] I know she wants a playboy I don’t think you should f-ck with me I’m shooting right away boy Find out when you run up on me I’m riding with that K boy I put that on my dead homies I spray it right away boy Fiund out when you run up on meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
