Cause I wasn't tryna kick it with this bitch that just ended it with me But mama wasn't havin it, so I grabbed my bag And split out the door and saw the
chica that we picked up at the last concert, Please, get out ya seat, get out ya seat, verses written with scalpels, he's the junior king standin' out
, cut it until I bleed I wanna feel pain, it's the life that I lead Abuse myself, I, I, I, I wanna abuse my body Cut it deep, make it bleed Throw my
Banks] I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw Big a** check, they show our score Put a dough out and roll out, the cream is off Fo'-fo' out, I
m a country boi, you can hear it when I speak G-Unit! [Chorus] [Verse Three: 50 Cent] Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is understood I made a nigga heart
I'll be the shooter [Verse One: 50 Cent] I'll bang out, I'll, I'll, I'll bang out Find out shit is real when I'm at you with that thang out Cause all
father when it comes to drama I put tha llama to your mama and beat her like a pinata Nigga I been hotta since '97 You been beggin' tha 5th kick like
or the German Luger! [50 Cent:] I-I'll be the shooter! I'll bang out! I-I'll bang out! Find out shit is real when I'm atchu wid that thang out. Cause
Banks I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw Big ass check, they show our score Put a dough out and roll out, the cream is off Fo'-fo' out, I
your so scandalous But I know I can handle it Baby your so bad Lets get comfortable Kick back, relax, enjoy it And just take control And the damn thing gona spoil it
quest for the mil's And try to keep it real till I die or get killed So I can sit back and kick it, write my own ticket And live this lavish lifestyle
than what ya been hearin' Kid Ice is on the set, so suckas stop sweatin' I kick it funky to show my courage When schoolin' others, I kick the knowledge
Marvin Gaye last night It had me shook Drinking peppermint schnapps with Jackie Wilson And Sam Cook Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang Sittin there kickin it
, and we don't even kick it Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad Go toe to toe when it
trippin We ain't having it Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back Once I hit the mat Niggaz will never get this shit back Spit it
"Fuck the world" got you deeper in my songs Drinkin 'til I earl, spendin money 'til it's gone It's the good life - maybe niggaz got it goin on Now maybe
my nights out, with the lights out under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless and young soul bros, ready to rode a starship Launch it