[50 Ay yo, up, yo this is 50 cent You're with mah man Green Lantern And you how the fuck it go down You hate? Okay, it's okay, You can hate me baby! I'm on fire right now ya ass nigga, ya heard me...
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Yeah... Detroit, Motherfucka... DJ Green Lantern (The Genius) D12, We goin' nowhere... We smokin' crack, nigga... (laugh) Let 'em know...
Bitch, Keep Keep on poppin off, flip jaws because We ain't We ain't got to shit to yall So all can lick the balls and Walkin'! Keep on poppin' that shit you Cause we stoppin' cause You ain't us! We ain't got to prove to yall So all yall can lick the and Walkin'!
(Come on!)
(Yo) The back I'm blazing while they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed I even sold my crack You niggas is bitches, up, I'm bearing the facts I pussy with all my heart, but I married a gat (gun clicks) And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't with me I'll blow your tattoos all over your seat (glass shattering) Kids an' all get hit, and all The Mosberg'll take back, liver, ribs and all (bah!) a street talker Heatsparker to guns when I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Keep Talkin') Throw a down your chimney While eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a semi Knife with the hands, never bow down to man I was guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands your clan! Sever your hand and legs And mail your your heart, and send your mother your head!
I'm the one, you bitch, that touch ya Type of brother that'll fuck mother With a fishnet (scream) A belligerent and rowdy That'll dump your body, and fly away to Maui on Atella When it to beefin', it ain't no explainin' I change your language with a I'm contained with an anguish to leave you I'm a deranged pit, I an AK to paint your face with Niggas say shit, fuck your hype man If there's a standing by, I'm firin' at him! (Flat out) Cause I can, You get like pop cans be shooting 7 up in your mouth, man (ha, ha, ha) I'm about to sell your mama bud, and it So she fire it up she coughin' blood I love to see 'em lay I'm made to behave in case You try to be in a rage your legs will be replaced
Bitch, Talkin' Keep on poppin off, flip jaws because We stoppin' We got to prove shit to yall So all can lick the balls and Walkin'! Keep on poppin' that shit you Cause we stoppin' cause You stoppin' us! We got to prove shit to yall So all can lick the balls and Walkin'!
(Bizzy, on!)
I ain't here to talk Benzino, or Ja Rule I'm here to talk lil' Ray Ray, and what I'ma do (laugh) Sorry, I ain't mention you, you'll probably sue week, this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!) The first time I had sex, a dirty No condom, my bent over backwards (Ugh!) Bizarre been fuckin' raw all Let's make a trade: My wife for brother Syke! I'm not I'm an transexual with one testicle (One nut) And I saying shit 'cause it rhyme I got colon cancer...I'm
(Yay Yay!) Rest in peace Jay, 2pac, and Notorious Big (Fo' Sho') (Come on)I'm the best God in the Blow your heart out of your And chest out of your vest your body a mess, streets bloody as hell Study my 12, I cut him he A druggie on bail, nutty as search light, bud he revealed Dead or in headed for hell... Together with and blonde guy Get your lungs you full of holes like Spongebob (Gunshots) We can take this from your front door to your CEO Got the key to coffin to pee on you often Leavin' office, we takin' over Or get White, mixed with baking soda Ya me...GET CRACK!
Crackheads! And this is just shit, you fuckin' morons! ain't brains over brawn This is bullies fuckin' pussies! (Laugh) on!
Bitch, Keep Keep on poppin off, flip them jaws We stoppin' We ain't got to shit to yall So all yall can lick the and Walkin'! Keep on poppin' shit you poppin' we ain't stoppin' cause You ain't us! We ain't got to prove to yall So all yall can the balls and Walkin'!