, I sense contagious And I see a face I can't contain this I can't contain this, no Yeah I'm just a kid But I can be tall I can be anything at all I
Cent] I make millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don
s aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
faggot) [chorus - 50 Cent] I guess it's easy to see lil' nigga, I run New York, Yeah I live in CT lil' nigga, but I run New York, And I don't go to parties
roll With a hip hop star Bamboos on, pants down low I'm a rock star Baby let me know if you wanna ride with a Hip hop star I'm a rock star Do
HOP STAR I'M A ROCK STAR DO I BLOW YOU AWAY? DO I STIMULATE YOUR MIND WOULD YOU TASTED MY LOVE IF I KICK IT TIGHT I HAVE NONE TO WASTE WITH YOU I GUESS
Just) Bone and Biggie Biggie We gonna rock the party Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 3X) Rock the party, party Yes Bone and Biggie Biggie Betta run and
stars and I'll be raving until I'm sober I'm not afraid of shit I'm as brave as the little toaster Cocaine and some baking soda I'm crack next up to bat
in the chamber! Drive-by's, homicide; shit! I gotta roll a dime! Every day I ran away, my life's one Columbine. And I'd like to see heads get [? ] So
When I rock rrr rock your socks off Pull up in a limousine Make all the young people scream The paparazzi think I'm foxy When I pop n lock see I cause
the run, I know Three of his niggas got life, he use to roll with And told 'em I bodied an upcoming basketball star Once I heard that, I fell out the
Roman numerals, sun splash them niggaz like, Tango and Cash Alcatraz cats roll out fast.. [Cappadonna] Wu thousand nuthin but hardcore We tryin to get land riches and
You know MTV cribs? i wanna show you how i live Couple pots on the stove, and the sodas in the fridge And I bodied the mic and murdered the booths And
Pot So I Could Spend My Bread [Chorus:] And I'm Getting It... I'm Getting It I Ain't Talkin About It I'm Living It I'm Getting It... Straight Getting
ya mouth mad cuz I, pop that Cris Go up in 3-10, and cop that six Then roll around with yo chiiick Some of yall niggas mad cuz I drop these hits Thug
, all you get in your ass capped And that's that [Chorus] [Verse 2] Magazines call me a rock star, bitches call me cock star Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star
rhymes what my tounge designed, is nothin' but thoughts from the mind I've come to find, most cats is deaf, dumb and blind So I gotta scat, and get mines
you the math I rock a 7-and-a-half for my 7-and-a-half I be with Moses and Kane & Abel puttin in work I slap a nun, beat the reverend up, spit in his
