Lyrics:
head
I feel like 50 cent I'm wanted dead by many men
The gun cocked and one shot just missed my head
The next shot I then hopped that one hit the bed
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game
First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back
This is indo, produced by Timbo
Game over; nah the N.W.A. chain
[Talib Kweli]
Yo you sent out the signal right?
And this is what happened
The voice of Hip Hop got heard
Never comprimised this is how we put it down
Mazdas, Tammy and Natasha
The menage-a-trois is at my crib
Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin' 50
Sacks in the back of Ac's
Windows cracked, so sit back relax
than, I hope you listenin
Nigga we glistenin, pop off and leave you in the dead man position
Black Child is Murder, why'all forgettin
The work I put
[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!Uh
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar
other Audi my bitch got me
I hop out with my wrist rocky
First thing they think is
"This nigga cocky"
What they never think is
"This nigga got it"
Next
lovin' it
Carve a smile on his face now what's funny bitch
I laugh at my opps we ain't duckin' shit
I put one in his face like he 50 cent
I knock out all
A1, uh huh, yeah
Never hang with haters no nigga that's slip knot
Resurrection of Hip-Hop, fuck with that or go kick rocks
Pissed off no piss pot,
blazin Hip-Hop and R&B quick
'cause it's simple and plain, now can you sit and complain quick
When we payed the way for you to get in the game chicks
the man yo?
You a sham bro
I know I'm the man, I ain't gotta be endorsed
Hip hop done fell down, I gotta carry the torch
N**** feeling himself 'cause he got
Bowl that was legendary
Dr. Dre, Snoop, Em, 50, Kendrick and Mary (salute)
Hip-Hop lit they gon talk about that shit forever
Shout out to Jay-Z, he
and twisted it up a bit, now the industry's having a heatstroke
Some say that rap is dead, but when I get the white, black, and red
And jump on the tour bus,
cash money, man
Keep it all easy in my fist
And I like that money with me
Cash money, man
I know you gonna dig this
Hip-Hop rhymes for the cash money
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
age
Yorkshire hip-hop that evolved from those with the gold chains
From New York
Made by the less fortunate
To West Yorks
No-one knows where Yorkshire
mother fucking Tupac's nigga
DMX ain't the new Tupac, Ja Rule ain't the new Tupac
And I'll be damned if 50 Cent is the new Tupac
Ain't no new Tupac's
Hook:
Hip hop till I drop, If u love it when I rap, baby lemme see a thumbs up
I been listening to 50 all my life and I love him for keeping it
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
chick
Cause a nigga been up in the Forbes list now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, college kids
metalheads, hip hop heads,
girl, I’m dead meat
Telling jokes and being smiley
I’m a punch line, so you just laugh at me
VERSE 1:
Your dude is hip he started working at brewery
muthufuckas
(Phew!) (Lets go!)
I'm just getting to it
Niggas said that Hip Hop dead I'm living through it
Niggas tried to hide my bread, I'm getting to it
Same way you make cyanide, same way you make amaretto.
Hip-hop's in the street, now were all busting
50 Cent's on MTV, now it's cool to carry metal
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