(feat. 50 Cent)





[50 Cent:]

Nigga we not playing

zero tolerance for that fake shit

get shot playing, that’s how we on it

yeah its rap til we start spraying

when you see the nozzle on that k

you should start praying



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I dont wanna waste time talking to fella’s

who run up on me talking that bullshit

instead I let them talk when my goons get hellish

the ony way they talk is with a full clip

you gon make them boys dump

you gon make them boys slump

you gon make them boys dump

leave you and your man slump

you gon make them boys dump

show them with the right one

you gon make them boys dump

it’s like that for real



[Jadakiss:]

here shorty wild, tre pounds, 40 cals

at the dice game, brand new hundreds, 40 thou’

stay fly, work out, all we eat is halal

you’ll never catch em dirty cause all they keep is a smile

when they caught em with a gat in the car, you beat it in trial

you don’t say too much, never eager to style

remind me of Gotti, yeah, shine with the shotty

lawyer so good, paid a fine for the body

heroin and B-more, crib by the seashore

car service to the G4 fila valour

piff rolled in the dutch or the cuban cigar

trying to expand the brand so he could see more

everybody love him from the crips to the b-dogs

leave niggas for dead, let em have a bleed off

44 to the head, will tear a nigga meat off

won’t show any emotions when he let the heat off



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[50 Cent:]

Yeah yeah, my nick name change,

call me tre when I’m snubbin’ them

billy when I clubbin’ them

Box when I’m cuttin them

niggas dying, I aint cryin’ I don’t even fuck with them

card game shuffle, hundred grand in the duffle

black jack, poker, p knuckle, you win, fuck you

niggas try and line me say I’m grimey

four hundred mill and I still can’t chill

call me G double barrel N doom, boom

I do it like a natty nigga do

wassup, New York city’s pharoah

potato on a barrell

shell case muffle

make me come touch you

I finger fuck my firearm, we intimate, I’m into it



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[Jadakiss:]

hit em in the head with the dummies than you good

funeral homes make the most money in the hood

either using the chrome, pearl handles or the wood

animals trying to get away with whatever they could

it’s spooky how you could get rich off Lucy’s

four stacks for the jacket, sneaks cost a [?]

you see the five stars I’m a general salute me

they want a nigga to disappear, they tryna poof me

I’m just in the crib countin guap

up all night, I got a new crew, DOS, dump on sight

I be in and out of the country I jump off flights

four fifth is room temperature, the pumps on ice

handle shit accordingly whenever it comes to you

do the right thing or the get the right thing done to you

whatever you do I just hope you got a gun with you

the tommy is like a live band when the drum hits you



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