[CHORUS]
I don’t know what you been thinking
Don’t know what you been drinking
But you get out of line boy
I’ll lay your ass down
[50 CENT]
I been up in LA with Dre and Snoop
for so long
I’m finna crip walk and put some mother
fuckin khakis on
Nah thats iight man
I ain’t got nuttin to prove
I’m rich but I still live like
I got nuttin to lose
Look man I don’t know
what you been drinkin’
I don’t know what you been thinkin’
But you get out line and swoop hit you
upside the head
Media they right whatever they choose
The cops stay on my ass so I stay
on the news
These other rap niggas couldn’t walk
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 this and stop frontin’
You heard a nigga do you know
how I get down
Stay with my vest on and roll
with a couple of tre pounds
In case you
mother fuckers want to jump bad now
Start some bullshit
and imma lay punk ass down
[YOUNG BUCK]
Hating niggas from long range
for writing the wrong thangs
My name Young Buck
but I look like an old man
Just cause I like ice don’t compare me
to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas disappear like lil thangs
See Buck been shot but not more than 50
I don’t dance but I look like signing
with Diddy
I got plans, grenades, and the G-Unit
with me
No commands we spray, give a fuck
who we hittin
Bustin my hand I pay em about 160
Hollow tips, four fifth with the rupper grips
Crips and Bloods they show me love like
I’m claiming the set
These industry niggas know
they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seeing
these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that’s
why your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to kid is handled
Niggas callin 4 these features
but they get no answer
Fuck yall niggaz!
[LLOYD BANKS]
Bitches know it’s a privilege
If I stop to check her
Niggas all I got is hot shit the kids call me
Dr Pepper
And I don’t mean the soda
The sixteen top shot loada
I’ll bend ya ass up like yoga
You fuckin with a soulja
Selling tickets for a first class trip
to a hospital folda
So please keep talking
so we could spread your feet
Have you on your boulevard C walking
The birds keep hawking Why?
Cause im hurtin every CD I’m walking
from DC to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick bitch I don’t argue
I’ll leave a print on your ass Imma karate kid
The niggas that I be with got guns
On the big body tip and if they pull out
You guarding and shit
You got me in a heavy gray picture
Plus I light up trees like everyday
is Christmas