 CHORUS
I don’t know what you been thinking
Don’t know what you been drinking
But you get out of line boy
I’ll lay your ass down
50 CENT
I been down in LA with Dre and
Snoop for so long
I’m finna crip walk and put some
mother fuckin khakis on
Nah that iight man I ain’t got nuttin
to prove
I’m rich but I still live like I got nuttin
to lose
Look man I don’t know what you
been drinkin’
I don’t know what you been thinkin’
But you get out line and ??? hit you
upside the head
Media they right whatever they
choose
The cops stay on my ass so I stay on
the news
These other rap niggas couldn’t walk
in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullshit
while I was payin my dues
They say my music make a gangster
want to pop something
Well tell them niggas they could pop
this and stop frontin’
You heard a nigga do you know how
I get down
Stay with my vest on and roll with a
couple of tre pounds
In case you mother fuckers want to
jump bad now
Start some bullshit and imma lay
punk ass down
CHORUS
YOUNG BUCK
Hating niggas from long range for
writing the wrong thangs
My name Young Buck but I look like
an old man
Just cause I like ice don’t compare
me to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas disappear like lil
thangs
See Buck been shot but not more
than 50
I don’t dance but I look like signing
with Diddy
I got plans, grenades, and the G-
Unit with me
No commands we spray, give a fuck
who we hittin
Bustin my hand I pay em about 160
Hollow tips, four fifth with the rupper
grips
Crips and Bloods they show me love
like I’m claiming the set
These industry niggas know they
better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seeing these broke
ass rappers
Ten people showed up that’s why
your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to kid is
handled
Niggas callin 4 these features but
they get no answer
Fuck yall niggaz!
CHORUS
50 CENT
Everywhere we go, guess whose
number one
We won't stop, every bilboard chart
(we number one number one number
one)
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CHORUS
LLOYD BANKS
Bitches know it’s a privilege
If I stop to check her
Niggas all I got is hot shit the kids call
me Dr Pepper
And I don’t mean the soda
The sixteen top shot loada I’ll bend
ya ass up like yoga
You fuckin with a soulja
Selling tickets for a first class trip to
a hospital folda
So please keep talking so we could
spread your feet
Have you on your boulevard C
walking
The birds keep hawking Why?
Cause im hurtin every CD I’m walking
from DC to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick bitch I don’t
argue
I’ll leave a print on your ass Imma
karate kid
The niggas that I be with got guns
On the big body tip and if they pull
out
You guarding and shit
You got me in a heavy gray picture
Plus I light up trees like everyday is
Christmas
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