Disrespectful
Anything, I let you breathe
Now you're dead
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see
Devil 'round the corner
[50 Cent]
Is that my dawg, that slap that cat?
Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat?
Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird?
His pops is a O. G., this is absurd
My gun game right, my knife game right
Fuck around I get right, in broad daylight
Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin the tail on the donkey
It's a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey
Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em
Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang
You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over you trippin
Reload slap the clip in, back, back, strapped
[Chorus:]
[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta
Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer
Fuck like a rabbit, shit like a dinosaur
See like a sniper, lil' nigga aim height is raw
Ride like a Lambo', stunt like I'm out of town
Strap like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign
Live everything up I won't, change like the others, nope
Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp
I'm 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills'll kill
Kill that bullshit, I'm famous but I'm ridin with the steel
Will throw it all away, I see you later today
You'll see I'm fadin away, that's all I'm able to say
[Chorus:]
[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, it's the enforcer Yayo
We could do it in broad daylight
In front of the White House for all I care
I blow your heart out your body sucka
Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber
Black ski mask, the Aston tinted
Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my dna in it
Next day it's the gt, stunt off of G. P.
Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E. T.
Fake O. G., O. G. Bobby Jones
Do your son like J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin
I'm stuntin, focus like a digital camera
Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer
Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon
Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on
[Chorus:]
[50 Cent]
Devil 'round the corner, corner
[50 Cent] Disrespectful Anything, I let you breathe Now you're dead [Chorus: 50 Cent] There's no room without casualties End up in a wake when you fuck with me You got beef with my man you got beef with me I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see Devil 'round the corner [50 Cent] Is that my dawg, that slap that cat? Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat? Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird? His pops is a O. G., this is absurd My gun game right, my knife game right Fuck around I get right, in broad daylight Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin the tail on the donkey It's a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over you trippin Reload slap the clip in, back, back, strapped [Chorus:] [Lloyd Banks] Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer Fuck like a rabbit, shit like a dinosaur See like a sniper, lil' nigga aim height is raw Ride like a Lambo', stunt like I'm out of town Strap like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign Live everything up I won't, change like the others, nope Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp I'm 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills'll kill Kill that bullshit, I'm famous but I'm ridin with the steel Will throw it all away, I see you later today You'll see I'm fadin away, that's all I'm able to say [Chorus:] [Tony Yayo] Yeah, it's the enforcer Yayo We could do it in broad daylight In front of the White House for all I care I blow your heart out your body sucka Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber Black ski mask, the Aston tinted Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my dna in it Next day it's the gt, stunt off of G. P. Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E. T. Fake O. G., O. G. Bobby Jones Do your son like J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin I'm stuntin, focus like a digital camera Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on [Chorus:] [50 Cent] Devil 'round the corner, corner Explain Request ×
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