[50 Ay yo, up, yo this is 50 cent You're here with mah man Lantern And you how the fuck it go down You wanna Okay, it's okay, You can hate me baby! I'm on fire right now ya bitch ass nigga, ya me...
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Yeah... Detroit, Motherfucka... DJ Lantern (The Evil Genius) D12, We goin' nowhere... We still crack, nigga... (laugh) Let 'em know...
Bitch, Keep Keep on off, flip them jaws because We ain't We ain't got to shit to yall So all yall can the balls and Walkin'! Keep on that shit you poppin' Cause we ain't cause You stoppin' us! We ain't got to prove shit to So all yall can the balls and Walkin'!
(Come on!)
(Yo) The Derelict's I'm blazing niggas they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed I even sold my therapist You niggas is bitches, straight up, I'm bearing the I love with all my heart, but I married a gat (gun clicks) And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't play me blow your tattoos all over your baby seat (glass shattering) Kids an' all get hit, and all The Mosberg'll take your back, liver, and all (bah!) a street talker Heatsparker to Packing guns I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Keep Talkin') Throw a firebomb your chimney While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes a semi Knife with the hands, bow down to another man I was poppin' while you was still poppin' some rubber bands your clan! Sever your hand and legs And mail your brother your heart, and send your mother head!
I'm the only one, you bitch, that ya Type of brother that'll fuck mother a fishnet rubber (scream) A and rowdy motherfucka That'll dump your body, and fly away to Maui on Atella When it to beefin', it ain't no explainin' I change your with a stainless I'm with an anguish to leave you famous I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to your face with Niggas don't say shit, your hype man If there's a bystander by, I'm firin' at him! (Flat out) Cause I can, You get squashed like pop I'll be shooting 7 up in mouth, man (ha, ha, ha) I'm about to sell mama bud, and lace it So when she it up she coughin' blood I to see 'em lay shit I'm made to in this case You try to be brave in a rage legs will be replaced
Bitch, Talkin' Keep on poppin off, flip them jaws We stoppin' We ain't got to prove shit to So all can lick the balls and Walkin'! Keep on poppin' that shit you Cause we stoppin' cause You stoppin' us! We ain't got to shit to yall So all yall can lick the and Walkin'!
(Bizzy, on!)
I ain't here to talk Benzino, or Ja Rule I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray, and I'ma do (laugh) Sorry, I gonna mention you, you'll probably sue week, this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!) The time I had sex, a dirty mattress No condom, my grandmother bent backwards (Ugh!) Bizarre been raw all summer Let's make a My wife for your brother Syke! I'm not I'm an intellectual transexual one testicle (One nut) And I ain't saying shit 'cause it I got cancer...I'm dyin
(Yay Yay!) Rest in peace Jay, 2pac, and Notorious Big (Fo' Sho') (Come on)I'm probably the God in the Blow heart out of your chest And your out of your vest Leave your body a mess, bloody as hell my 12, I cut him he fell A on bail, nutty as well With search light, bud he Dead or in headed for hell... Together with bells and guy Get lungs hard Leave you full of holes Spongebob (Gunshots) We can take this from your door to your CEO office Got the key to your coffin to pee on you Leavin' your office, we over Or get China White, mixed with soda Ya me...GET CRACK!
Crackheads! And this is just mixtape shit, you morons! This ain't over brawn is bullies over fuckin' pussies! (Laugh) on!
Bitch, Keep Keep on poppin off, flip them because We stoppin' We got to prove shit to yall So all yall can the balls and Walkin'! Keep on poppin' that shit you Cause we ain't stoppin' You stoppin' us! We ain't got to prove to yall So all yall can lick the and Walkin'!