one way up hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase
of my heart and flood your hands with diamonds No more livin like a player, stop chasin the hoes I never put you in a shuffle, use my ace in the hole
With no warning signs cause yo my man took five Now I'm the young one with the nine ready to put in my time Shoot first, look at there head Burst Bleedin
your head Then stomp your body out good after you dead Mother fucker I'll cut your blue coogie off You can catch me on the 40th side of Vernon QB north
, Now take it off, Put your legs high on my shoulders across, Im racing through your mind but you already lost, Im at the finish line and your the friend of mine, Come on
the message from my lines or get the message from the .9's Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine Put my back on the wall nigga, watch me
i will I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could
woah) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You can have it your way, how do you want it You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it Temperature rising, okay
slow up, I'll run up on you niggas I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy We ain't
a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I
get bi and they ready to go [Chorus] (2x) [Bridge] My flow, my show brought me the doe That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my pools, my
patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!) You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled on (It's Fifty!) If it feels like my flow has
street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
up Holla niggaz names on records, that shit is played out But holla mine in your next line, and get layed out [50 Cent - Chorus 2] My jewels look so
lost some of my cards Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat As soon as I start dreaming I'm right back on the street Any nigga
explain myself, baby I'm on that hood shit So say you wanna go, well I say go 'head good bitch I tour PGA, that's Pussy n Good Ass Bitch, when your on
ready to go (OKAY!) [Chorus x2] [Bridge: 50 Cent] My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my crews My
do Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder