[Intro: Male speaks] Nah, nah, nah! Look here, nigga! Here's what the fuck you gotta do, you gotta... CLEAN this mothafucka! [gun cocks] Make sure this don't fuckin' jam, man! You're a fuckin' criminal, man, ya heard? Bet' y'all spilt somethin' on it, nigga.
[Chorus: 50 Cent {Kidd Kidd}] Niggas be schemin', - fiendin'... They cut your jooks, they off the hook; I come through there, look how they look! (how they look!) I'm ridin', leanin', they dreamin'... They do me dirty if they could, I'm lookin' like I wish you would! (I wish you would!) {Try me, go 'head! - Try me!} [gun cocks] Niggas be schemin', - dreamin'... {Try me, have you hooked to I-V!} [gun cocks] Niggas be schemin', - dreamin'! {huuuuuhh!}
[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd] Mad niggas wan' do me dirty, I'm fresh out the tub! (I'm fresh out the tub!) You move like a snail, you deserve to catch a slug. Man, I wake up huggin' my bitch; One with the extended clip, not the one that I'm with; Uh! [gun cocks] - If you all made men, then you know shit real; They got change on the mic', I ain't tryna see 'em killed! I told 'em that's my cause, I don't wanna see nothin' happen to him, (word!) Cause when I start spittin' at him, I ain't rappin' to him. (huuuuh!) Yeah, I'm jumpin' in that water like a DIVER Six shot SURVIVORS, school of hard knock SCHOLARS! (scolars!) These niggaz AIN'T riders, they HIDERS, they COWARDS! (cowards!) I feel like 50, - hold "Power Of The Dollar"! I told my nigga give me one of them bulletproof trucks; I want few dumb enough to try and shoot it up. I'm lookin' at the nigga lettin' off [3 shots] Wait until you finish the clip. - Laugh then pulled off; huuuuuh! (uh-huuuuuh!)
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[Verse 2: 50 Cent] It sounds like a nightmare! - I graduated from fightin'; Play the projects faster than the third of two man indictments. See my baby blue Ferrari make 'em feel like the virus In their stomach. - I keep it one hundred, I make 'em vomit! Got a code name for straps: - "the sacks in the trumpet"; I get the blowin'. - Ya ears'll ring for days when I dump it! My bullet wounds call them beauty marks and my hole we don't talk to Narcs; So the first 48 the clock tickin', the plot thickens! The charge "cocaine possession", I'm creepin' with a fireaaarm; The D's don't even wanna see me - with a firearm. 'Fore I go back again, I'm a let it off! They ain't gotta pop first, fuck that! I'm a set it off. I need a mental eval, something's wrong with my brainwaves; I'm rich as a motherfucker, still ridin' with a A-K! Picture me comin' through, lettin' a nigga play me When I got all this bread. - Bitch it's off with ya head! - ASAP! (ASAP!)
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[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] I had to be slippin' to let this clown hit me UP; Now I got to walk around with this shit bag for MONTHS! Now I don't give a FUCK 'bout a bitch or a nigga Startin' to treat my own brothers like they're just another nigga! My click got smaller and my clips got big-ger; Condom on my heart. - Mother-fuck your feelings! They call me "Superman", see? I ain't 'posed to walk; Better watch how you talk or get popped like a cork - OFF! [50 Cent] See they ain't real as they seem and they schemin', They fiendin' and dreamin', they geekin' and creepin'! They hear tires screechin', - infrared beamin'! Niggaz head leakin', what the fuck was he thinkin'? Sounds of police, momma signin' new leases, You know you got to relocate her when you beefin'! I guess you're here for a real reason, Rah got hit like he got hit but he ain't fuckin' breathin'! - Uhh!
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