: (feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo & Young Buck) [50 Cent:] Yea... I like da thank everybody, Da haterz, ma fans... (wow), It's been five years man, 3
and runnin', and runnin', and... In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks. We got five minutes for us to
runnin', and runnin' runnin', and... In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks. We got five minutes for
remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still Well, at five a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast I make
Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot Spotlight hits
Sunday afternoon Folks sittin on things, mad systems boom The girls are lookin better The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever At Venice by the ocean Rag-top Trey hits
a rip shop Tell that ass drop Five o Ice, yo fuck a damn cop! Cause I move hard and cold With a gangster stroll Five thousand dollar suits And fly gold
you can kiss our whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if we don't play they show They don't play out hits
can kiss my whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if I don't play they show they don't play my hits
be five feet and thoroughbred never witnessed the cerebal cortex in my head How many gigabytes does your hard drive hold? or does your hard drive fold once the signal hits
I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten Me, Lil' Mario, and
borther's a geek But no, the site got one point five million hits Check my track record, I drop one point five million hits Some chicks are like crooks
afternoon Folks sittin' on things, mad systems boom The girls are lookin' better The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever At Venice by the ocean Rag-top Trey hits
a rip shop, tell that ass drop Five O ice, yo fuck a damn cop 'Cause I move hard and cold with a gangster stroll Five thousand dollar suits and fly gold
kiss my whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if I don't play they show They don't play my hits,
