4] [Verse:] My swagger on stupid, truth is I be in your girls mouth more then her tooth is true shit My flow convertible swag ruthless She give me hot head
know about the beef! - You gon' still get did! It be your tombstone and your fuckin' grave they dig! Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
got to, kill! If niggas get to fuckin' around If niggas get to fuckin' around... [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Yeah! Where Im from death is always in the air homie
know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Nowadays niggaz snitchin so much in the street But you gotta talk
the difference But A, Ade did a make you say dat I say dat Thas the grade A burnin ya head when you a case act Man I might talk to you while we up in
the Harlem streets [50 Cent] E, F [Scarlett] Don't talk me to death [50 Cent] G, H [Scarlett] It's elementary [Scarlett] Picture me rolling Range Rover Same color your Air
[50 Cent talking] [Hook] You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine You mad at me? Shit
this dough nigga, it's now or never I'm wild as ever, foul as ever Reap whatever, whatever, whatever They say I'm a slick talker, shit talker Grimy ass
there playing hockey NHL, a Nigga Hold a Llama and I'm cocky Should I explain myself, baby I'm on that hood shit So say you wanna go, well I say go 'head
dead friends in my sleep, they showed my things, I aint really wanna see They showed me flashbacks of murder scenes, bodies bubblin, in acid tubs, with they feet head
know the watch botherin ya vision But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya religion (yeah) [Chorus] - 4X [P. Diddy - talking over
in the air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air Better keep your ears open This is all grill no boastin' Throw your hands up in the motherfuckin' air
those who rise easy, talkin freely Thank you for them tricks who be, talkin down Hatin me and think that I don't, get around The rumors and the talkin
today. I'd rather be dead than to turn my head away We got this first world vision too Comfy to lift up our hands in the air And cry for a switch Michael
only get iller with time, me and nickel fucking shit up on the grounds Tellin' us to pipe down, it's like talking to a meth head (get it? pipe? meth head
rep... For the cause Wu-Tang Killa Beez forever my niggaz Yeah... we put our draws in it... CLUE! [echoes] [DJ Clue: talking over above Method Man verse
out Dog, I be on that Moon talk Wonder if God ask Mike how to moon walk I swear to momma wish me and my father talk more That's that vision around the
head right, Biggie there Air Nike Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who do something to us, talk