fuckin around, its that the fuckin clown? 40 Cent? (uh-huh) If you real thing, cuz you was here You'll be fuckin dead, you hear me cock-sucker, DEAD!
Yo, yo, yo, Who the hell is 50 Cent? Crook with a deal Keep talkin, you gon' meet a crook with a steel You really want beef, I'ma hand you war Got big guns, shit you never seen before Just a no-name nigga, seekin the rep 'bout to take aim, spit a hot flame in your chest Although everythin was cool, had to start wildin Front all you want, but not on Shaolin Point blank, simple and plain, you small change Tear you up out of the frame from close range Fake 50 Cent tryin to face the best Wanna impress me? Let me see you fake your death Until then, you herb, don't deserve respect What possesed you? Who gave you the nerve to flex? God bless you, I'ma lay your soul to rest Think about it next time you'll pose a threat
Who the hell is 50 Cent? Cornball frontin 'nother studio thug, ain't hurtin nothin, nigga And your raps ain't built for that On the real, niggas get killed for that
So you wanna stick the Gods for they funny-ass rings? How dare you? Clip your wings and straight aim You be careful, how you mention the name Speaks codes, I violate your clan like parole Who want it? Run in your lab without a warrant What you gon' do now? Got your ass cornered Feel a squad closing in, from all angles Hit you, split you from your ass to your ankle Let my dogs eat your food, hear my wolves howl at the moon Lock down your body, leave the room You fake fuck, wanna start with us? Anybody ever told you, you talk too much? Niggas want mine, I'ma put five on your bucket Shine on the wrist, cost more than your budget Who you? Face it, your whole camp doo-doo Wanna get it on, nigga do you, fake fuck
Who the hell is 50 Cent? Cornball frontin 'nother studio thug, ain't hurtin nothin, nigga And your raps ain't built for that On the real, niggas get killed for that
Who the hell is 50 Cent? Cornball frontin 'nother studio thug, ain't hurtin nothin, nigga And your raps ain't built for that On the real, niggas get killed for that
Yo, I lay long enough, for you cowards to eat It's time to apply pressure, devour the streets Yo, it seems another crab, like runnin his mouth Where he at? Point him out, and I'm callin him out Make his chick nod the head like she's suckin me off Keep it raw, meat combat with the dog, dustin me off No joke, you ain't never seen gun smoke Nickel pump bastard, stick to playin jump rope Who the bosses? Power like thoroughbred horses With more guns than armed forces You ain't ready, overnight joker Strip you like poker, your bullshit's over Give it to me raw, I want mine the foul way Small change in this game, nigga like a child's play Motherfuckin coward
Who the hell is 50 Cent? Cornball frontin 'nother studio thug, ain't hurtin nothin, nigga And your raps ain't built for that On the real, niggas get killed for that
Who the hell is 50 Cent? Cornball frontin 'nother studio thug, ain't hurtin nothin, nigga And your raps ain't built for that On the real, niggas get killed for that
Fuckin 40 Cent 4 dimes and a nickel, God I challenge you, thats right Fuckin cheesy boy Cream Team niggas see you boy You better have your shit out You better have your shit right, nigga YouknowI'msayin? We the flavoury niggas We fuckin flavoury niggas You fuckin coward Trying to come in this shit You know I'm sayin'? We out here, you just small changeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
