50 Cent Lyrics
"Whoo
Kid Kayslay Shit!"
[Intro - 50
Cent - talking, breathing noises in background]
Hey pass that nigga, we gettin'
high
Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man
50 can't even smoke this
motherfucker (ah haha, haha)
[Verse 1]
I can't
smoke weed, cause my PO make me piss in a cup
Nigga go ahead, disrespect me,
I'll fuck you up
I ain't talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up
Yo
don't want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill
As a young buck, niggas
always knew I puff
Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo)
I'm
a sped ed kid, I'm gettin' all this paper (uh huh)
You should sit, scibble
lines and see where it take ya
Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was
dumb
Why the so called smart kids was poppin' guns
I think about poppin'
a gun, and then get the lump sum
Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle
A
pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil
Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his
back go out
He the one that taught me, what bein' black's about
Now peep
the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend's
Wrist, Sittin'
up in them Benz, to be in the pen
In the hood we hit the number, but never
the lotto
Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole
Let's go, let's
flow nigga
[Chorus - Singing - 2X]
War, what is
it good for absolutely nothin'
But niggas keep frontin'
Fuck a nigga, live
like a soldier
Die like a soldier
[Outro - Talking]
War,
state of mercy nigga
You see me pop off nigga
Ain't no peace talk, bitch
ass nigga
Fake gangsta nigga, you want to seem nigga (yeah)
You don't seem
nigga, yeah nigga
Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid
50 Cent, new shit
My nigga
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit
Niggas, niggas, "Rotten Apple"
And
nigga shy money, ain't fail nigga
Uh huh, ya heard
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