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300 Shots

アーティスト:50 Cent 

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Y'all niggas spend too much time watchin' flicks Who you wanna be? Tony Montana and shit? Well you can start, right before his ass get hit So when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up? Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone I'm still down to sell crack got a fiends home God bless the child with a flawless flow Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow Like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow I'm a hundred time bigger than Preme in his prime 100 mill in my account and I'm still on the grind When you a'int in my clique, it's hard to shine I mean talent like this is so hard to find G-Unit I don't dream now that I'm livin, I'm out to get it My truck bomb kitted an AK can hit it I'm a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom So I'm gettin ass like a public bathroom I went from Rikers Island, to shows at the garden Automatic startin' in the drop got your bitch pussy fartin' My album about to drop in 7 days But I still poke a rapper at the VMA's Kilo's in a gram, PO's be my fans That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan I got Gats from the future, see-through guns So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run Nigga I flip my advance before I ran through it 'Cuz that money turn haters into that barmen fluid My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10 Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben You know you messin' with a nigga that do this for a livin' Put two in the street while there's two in the kitchen Put guns in niggaz mouth like "Who's u dissin'?" We give for they knew who you was missin, nigga You can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain I have hoes back of the church, hummin' ya name Even then I feel it's like cheat my men Watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men I pop niggas in the chest they never breathe again Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again What's a man tryna wake up, who can't wake up? Back guards face straight up with kinds of make up 'Cuz every time I run, scream, pop a 3-80 I hear a mother scream "Please not my baby!" Quick as I see it's you, bullets will hit you, boy Your nobody so no one will miss you Queens start to kickin', it's too much to get through Leave a nigga leakin' like an Indian ritual Who wanna run up on me they get known quick I blackout then snatch your chrome clique Leavin' jail in '91, made I'm homesick Move Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonement Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian A country nigga still lookin' for a New York hoe About to kill these niggas with this New York flow Say one nigga name homie you gon' go You in that Hot97 so New York know I use to listen to Jada I've never listened to Joe I couldn't tell ya how now one of his verses go Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin' promo I was like "What Up?" and they was like "Uh, oh" I a'int just get cold, see my block been hot 50 give me the word, niggas would have been pop Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga Enough hearin' 'bout what you finna do nigga Murder at its best, this is rap at its finest You can see my verse, even if you the blindest My raps is vivid, ya bitch I hit it All ready, yeah that's right this is spaghetti Head mob niggas, my gun bomb niggas Go 'head and shoot, my pistol nuke niggas When I let off, the whole earth feel the effects I mix CD's and treat 'em like album shit Our albums, we treat 'em like the president elections On our champagne campaign livin' up dresses On the dance flo' the Hennessey it flow When you fuck with G-Unit then


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