Purp [Hook] I'm in a Scraper sittin on the whips 550 Barneveld Nigga I'm on one 45th and Heavier Nigga I'm on one We on one my nigga we on one [x2]
my life I'm a live it I ain't gotta come now so if you trip I'm a send it I'm in full command I'm the Chopper City general so believe it's nothin to
mac Got my fresh bows on, ree's on my feet Hoes love when I'm thuggin in my fresh white tee I'm 'bout whatever; Gizzle is a G We could do it however
can't take us Can't fade us, we ball just like the Lakers I'm off the hinges, off the chain respect the game The number one Hot Boy, ain't nothing changed I'm
funk for the haters I'm always in the paper, me and my niggas are cappers I'm hustler, bitch bustla, body disgusta I'm the nigga you can't trust, I'm
and then I straight up rope niggaz I'm taxing niggaz with chips off the cellyah Fucking hoes, smoking blunts on the regular I ain't no hoe I'm taking on all competitors I'm
a, respect a nigga like me I'm gettin' closer and closer to the T-O-P I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G I'm on surveilance all day be the S-P-D's In
nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do Nigga we'll kill you I'm ready for combat, a solider on
Cent:] Oh yeah Yo Yo Yo [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Some say i'm paranoid I say i'm careful about how I chose my friends Been to ICU once and I ain't going again
Hey Tracy, hey baby, Look at me! I'm the cutest chickie That ya ever did see Hey Tracy, hey baby, Look at us Where is there a team That's half
begun Keep MC's on the run so beware of the tongue Where I'm from there's no one that's quite as nice When we grab the mic MC's go on strike Closed by
I thought I was down, let me tell you what I was [Hook:] I was young, I was dumb, I was just too cool I was loud and obnoxious, I was just that fool
all night I make her do things like nothing before And when I'm done, she'll always be sore From the things I do when I'm fuckin' And when I'm tired,
have tried And I've been accepted where you've been denied I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born,
sucka free Cause I had all them wannabe thug niggaz in protective custody I guess they heard that I got them birds Thought I was a nerd 'til I bucked one
one left I'm an outlaw [Chorus] Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full
trick me, not the life for me Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me I'm bustin on ni**az until they scurry, I'm clearly a man of military
your evil I'm the shells to your chrome, you dig that? I'm life, I'll bring the moon to your night I'll put the d**k to your wife And I'm the Jesuz