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[Terror Kidd]



Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks

I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps

Begging niggas don't understand though

Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo

Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo

You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know

These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft

'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce

Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic

Waving a white flag, the danger they might have

My niggas buying so much ammo



[Dr D]



Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas

Blood in, blood out, la costa nostra

You don't wanna bang wit the best

I'll have Doc removin fragments from your chest

They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive

Pray the shells I let off don't curse my kid

They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty a changed

Nigga you stunt, I put out

And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar

I think he's flyin



[Chorus 50 Cent]



Why you naggin me? [Naggin you?]

Girl you houndin me [Oh now I'm houndin you]

Why you harrasin me? [Stop playin]

I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck



Repeat twice



[Terror Kidd]



Money over bitches is my motto, in the street I'n known for catchin hollo's

Packing pistols and drinking (belvy) and Grey Goose out the bottle

No role models, only killas and fiends

Withness my niggaz strapped with gats, and army fatigues

If it's murder, he wrote it, if I'm lying

let the devil excel quoted and know that I'm strictly a rap poet

Babtized in my own tears, (chestized) by my own peers

I'm a product of my childhood years

My mother told me I'm hopeless, my pops wasn't around

One of the reasons why I'm clutchin a pound

California dreaming, chronic smoke out the beamer

One hand on the nina,scheeming got these hoochie bitches screaming

They know that I'm a celeberty - keep the cop-killers in the clip

And watch my back is what my niggaz keep telling me

Twenty-one years old, no felonies so I ride with the Desert

and pay homage to the hardest rap legends

I'm troublesome



[Chorus 50 Cent]



Until it fades



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