not having it you're not the shaper You aim with precision for what you want in me I've got a different conviction the mold you want to fit isn't legitimate You
make ya taste, any little thing ya get beat You gon' respect the B.G., or I'll punch ya in your nose You gon' respect the B.G., or I'll whip ya out your
nigga in his mouth to show him I wasn't bluffin' But, things changed like a Barack Campaign ad Niggas on the sneak tip I see you clearly through these
fight or make her first night imma break her, i got game like a laker, you think I?m slow or something, stop bitch you know you frontin' always wants a different nigga you
: [50 Cent] I, know, you, know I'm, on, fiiiii-re [Chorus: 50 Cent] If, you don't know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me Oh - you wanna
here drop, men I fear not Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot With, this underground
nothing, I can't fight with no ho I got 10,000 project niggaz rushin my show Pushin side to side, if they feel what I say If you scared of real niggaz
you need something special Yeah, you need something special all right You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you back You
rollin', you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets, if you looking, for me, ill be, rolliin'! you can find me in the streets, you, you
rappers you would swear I had a hit list Everyone who doubted me is asking for forgiveness If you ain't been a part of it at least you got to witness
rappers you would swear I had a hit list Everyone who doubted me is asking for forgiveness If you aint been a part of it at least you got to witness
: Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment Would you capture it or just let it slip? His palms are
you until you see your fuckin legs With the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin next to you (AHH!) Fuckin mad dog, foamin at the mouth Fuck mouth,
out in a tan tinted Sedan He pull your mouth out 'til you can't finish a damn Ham sandwich, or your can spinach and Spam 'til you gotta sip through a
all these rappers you would swear I had a hit list, everyone who doubted me is asking for forgiveness, if you aint been a part of it at least you got
convince you Cuz you my nigga Doc, and Eazy I'm still wit you Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that's just bein real wit you You see the truth is
a picture [1st verse] I walks in, with that California swagger With that attitude that it ain't nothin' badder Now you can call me rapper Or you can
