50 Cent Lyrics
"Too
Hot"
(feat. Nas, Nature)
[Intro: DJ scratching]
"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]
[Repeat]
[Verse
1 - 50 Cent]
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
Nastradamus
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, 19,5 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!
[Chorus]
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'
[Repeat]
[Verse
2 - Nature]
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
Ensevilitus, leavin'
whole families in silence
My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un
cured, 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.
[Chorus - Last line cut off]
"Niggas
bit off Nas" - Ghostface Killah
"Admit it, you bit it" - G.
Dep
"Tell these niggas somethin' God" - Ghostface Killah
[Verse
3 - Nas]
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 Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart
us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go
[Intro
- Once]
[Chorus]
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