Chorus: Why you wanna play me, don't play me You can't fade me, don't fade me Tryin' to persuade me, persuade me to get wit' you Why you wanna play me
ya hear our voices laid down You'll be boppin' your head to this ill tight sound [Chris (rapping):] Now I know you thought you had me played (played
said it once befo', look at what you done to me Thought it was over but it ain't, I separate the real and the fake You sugar coated bustas, you put the
vocal chords stretched breakin every bone in the beat fuck a Source my shit is five mics on the street z-mainey, onions on my breath, make you cry you
Chingy track stars (how many rides you got Dirty?) Well I got a caprice on 24?s I got a range rover with spinners I got a impala with beat lets go [
you know you looking good (good) Ah don't I know you from da Hood (hood) You say you want and you would (would) Now take it off you know you should (should
now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6 and we know that you can't hang, you a trick rolled over
] I came for the party to get naughty get my rocks on eat popcorn watch you move your body to the pop song that I'm singing dinga linging funky beats
up, or get treated like you comin to kill us Ain't nothin but squealers, in this rap game, swearin they rough Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin
thangs that a Thug goes through And still I rise so keep ya head up, and make ya mind strong It's a struggle every day but you gotta hold on Chorus
All you niggaz on the block tryin to test me Best wear a vest or get open like, sesame I'll run up on you mad deep; while you're tryin to sleep I'm steady
where you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS Come pick you up, You know you fucked When you get on a stretcher
this rap shit Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
beat) Runnin from pimpin...bitch you need to run TO some pimpin Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoe You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like Look at you
" - 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
One at a time get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have these hits? Did you