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Published : April 02, 2008 |
Author : 50_Cents
Song Lyrics By : 50 Cents Lyrics | Total Views
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50 CENT LYRICS
"Too Hot"
(feat. Nas, Nature)
[Intro: DJ
scratching]
"Niggas bit off Nas shit" - [Ghostface
Killah]
"Admit it, you bit it" - [G. Dep]
"Niggas bit off Nas
shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" - [Ghostface Killah]
"Admit
if, you bit it, bit it" - [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 macs, a few nines, I'm
ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be
brief
I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold
An
ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold
The shit I kick fuck
with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
And see me doing a quarter
century in the penitentiary
Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a
fact money
I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack
money
I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me
I got what you need, 19,5 a
key
I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
And I'll clap any
nigga for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all with the same problem
solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver.
What!
[Chorus]
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never
hit rock
Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on
the floor, give us the Ro'
[Repeat]
[Verse 2 -
Nature]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it
ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
Next
to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies
slow me
I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper
when I'm creeping up
Ya'll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick
niggas
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in silence
My virus is obvious,
past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, ain't no vaccine
Last seen at the
automatic teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, blacking
out
It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch
shit
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in
the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part
nigga.
[Chorus - Last line cut off]
"Niggas bit off Nas" -
Ghostface Killah
"Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep
"Tell these niggas
somethin' God" - Ghostface Killah
[Verse 3 - Nas]
What, yo
I
disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
Tatted on they arms,
pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the
bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
Those that plot on
me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but nothin'
they find on me
When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you
hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
Porsche maneuvers
thru the city like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse
manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm
pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You
knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with Braveheart-ed,
we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's
go
[Intro - Once]
[Chorus]
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