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if you shut the fuck up, we'd be cruising And you wouldn't be sitting, boohooing 'bout your bruises But no, you wanna be Miss Fuck-with-the-Music I'm
I'm walkin in Smokin that piff, goin where dolphins swim 44-Colt, that's tossin him And that four-do' car is what I'm flossin in (YEAH!) I'm in the black
in my shoes Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was payin my dues They say my music make a gangster want to pop something Well tell them niggas they could pop
: [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger I'll pop somethin through ya
last joint or the before and he was gonna raise hell like them country boys if you confront him then you better come confront me fore it (I'm a warrior
: [Chorus: 50 Cent] I-I'll be the shooter! - I-I'll be the shooter! I-I'll use the Colt, the Taurus or the Ruger! I'll pop some through ya! - Dirty is
fuck you tryin' I'm a good time nigga, that's what i'm all about Get the money get the pussy, get the map, i'm out Do you wanna have a, party 2 live
ass and play with that clit I'm still with that freaky shit One time for the girls in Georgia, Detroit, Michigan and Miami, Florida That's how we make our music
take a hit of this {HAHA! } I'm down for the friction you start it I'll finish it Victim? - Pick 'em! - Knife work - stick 'em! Chrome Colt - pop 'em
Pac blast for me. [blast] Cali show me love! (come on!) - But me I'm from the East; I'm guessin' I'm bi-costal, when I'm on Dre beats! [scream] (yeeeah
Call it attempted murder Nigga I'm trying to merk you, When I come back bustin' Nigga, my gun go off Don't try to say I'm trippin' When I get to flippin
Buicks I don't know why niggaz rap for years and can't make hotter music Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid Body drop, shotty pop, and
pussies that stuntin I pop Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop
sales slow, I'm a show you my dick [Chorus] [Verse 2: Paul Wall] It's Paul Wall Baby I'm a let you know what it do, you know what I'm talking about
rhymes it may seem like I'm going too fast cause my mind is racing And I could give a fuck what category you place me Long as when I'm pushin up daisies
play I stay I'm goin for mine I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps I'm cool I'm calm you lookin real stressed
Now don't think I won't hit you because I'm popular, I got P-90 Ru go to pop at ya, catch you slipping I'm give you what I got for ya, my clip loaded