It's 50 dent & S-N-double O-P You don't want no snoop & you don't want it wit me [Chorus (50 cent)] Every time I come around they like "Oh No" I get to tripping, slap the clip up in my 44 Shit I been through in my hood made my heart cold I get to popping off that thing like I'm loco No sense in copping pleas when you see my knife out (knife out) Motherfuckers light out (lights out) Here comes Snoop, uh (oh shit) (Oh No) Sup Nigga, sup now, huh? (Oh No) [Snoop] Ricky Ticky Timble, see's is the symbol Corduroy khakis, stacies & brimmed up Straight razors just to keep you trimmed up 1-8-7, oh yeah, now you remember He's electrifying & original So gangster, Snoop Dogg the criminal The one you hate to love, in the club, in the cut Hugged up wit yo bitch, nigga I don't give a shit You better check that ho, that's what wreckin G Now step your game down, cause ain't no checkin me You'll be respecting me until you leave this room Or my gat'll go boom, bullets go zoom Now your names on a tomb They pouring out liquor wit no room to consume, you silly bafoon I pop niggas like balloons, I ain't feeling 'em Walking in my big blue chucks cause I'm killing 'em [Chorus] Hey what up 'cause, it's 50 cent; What's happening nigga? [50 Cent:] Ever since the moment I was born I been dying (Yea) Hundred miles an hour pulse flying wit my eye, an He who fears fate lives like a coward You go against me, you'll be devoured Then you get to popping you'll have a change of heart I hit your chest a couple times you'll have to change your heart Have doc using donors, dead niggas with spare parts You come back wit lungs of a snitch, an the heart of a dead nark Niggas never see the light till it spark Then they bleed, it get cold, then shit get dark You can call me the beast from the east, I run these streets You can eat hollow tip shells or you can work for me These rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limits Push Me, a hundred revolvers'll get to spinning Your services are no longer needed, Rock-a-bye baby My bitch'll do it to you with a lil 380 (Yea) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] I'm bailing through the door again Let the Momo pour again Me & my ho again Yea she got the four up in this motherfucker And I'ma bust it if you try to rush us or touch us or sucker duck us It'll crack off, Now back off, real slow An if you don't know, I never hesitate to shoot a ho Yea that's my reputation, you test my patience & You & your fam, bam, gon hear the blam, blam Goddammit I'm at it again They done let that bitch nigga up outta the pen And now he looking for me, what the heck, my game is built on respect Now I'm breathing down your motherfucking neck I dumps till my clips is empty I'm heading down Willshire to San Vicente And when I get there don't ask who sent me Just take them shots an drop it like it's hot Bitch Nigga [Chorus] Ha-ha-ha Yea Nigga Just when you thought I was gone Slide back up on you like the wind nigga Hurricane D-O-Double G With the G, G, G, G, G, G-unit
Written by: SAMUEL PETER WYNNE RILEY, GEORGE WILLIAM DAVID RILEY, GARETH JOHN DAVIES, WILLIAM JAMES NEWMAN, DAVID COLIN WEBSTER, JUSTIN JACKSON, ALISTAIR DAVID STOBBART, MICHAEL JOSEPH MCCARTHY
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