[50 Cent - Talking]
Yeah, ****s talking all that gangsta s**t
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean?
F*****g head blown off ***a, you know?
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They, they talking that
That gangsta s**t
They ain't 'bout that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
[50 Cent]
I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other ****s that rap ain't on the s**t that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... The talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
Now, Nas, you love the kids, 50 on that killa s**t
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla s**t
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll turn your kids through the shooter, Crip ****s love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause ****s wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, blam!
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[Young Buck]
He think he a killer but we gon just pay 'I'm a visit
Put the potato on the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
Shooting these ****s lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleedin
After you feel these hollow tips, ***a, then we even
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
N***a told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them ****s 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a ***a under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans f*****g with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some s**t I just don't discuss
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you b*****s go, I got a ***a watching ya'll, motherfuckas!
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[Lloyd Banks]
Come on, ***a, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid a** up the steps
Begging ****s don't understand 'no'
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for ****s thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap ****s portrayed to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My ****s buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll prolly feel on a handle
All them sixteens will get ya bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock
F**k around and get your dumb a** shot!
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