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Fat Kid Running

[50 Cent and DJ Whoo Kid talking] [Hook] (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own

so hard to shake a fan's hand These are the cats that love you when you do shit And actually think the stuff you make is music But this is hip-hop kid

And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass faster than a fat bitch who sat

a punk-ass beatch, beeatch! Ha ha, you know what I'm sayin? Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't forget about you, beatch! Really though, yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin house Running

about who can rap It's about when the ??? clap, is rufus back I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so? Now you left leaning back, thanks to Fat

about who can rap It's about when the ??? clap, is rufus back I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so? Now you left leaning back, thanks to Fat

Kinks, be in the head, cause I leave the curls to Jheri Got mad souls out the ass with shit, fat like William Perry A poor black kid with rhythm, a eye

Run] Well I ah, impress the bad, suggest the rad Who be less when they 'fess, against the test [D.M.C.] And I insist that this, with a flick of the wrist will be kid

women will have my child, will I be a good parent, or will I be cold, then I imagine I'm five years old, I'm running down the street without a care in