about who can rap It's about when the ??? clap, is rufus back I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so? Now you left leaning back, thanks to Fat
: [50 Cent and DJ Whoo Kid talking] [Hook] (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my
smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass faster than a fat bitch who sat down
sent Like the Diamond D, and the Diggin in the Crates Are psychotic and neurotic like Norman Bates Making fat dub plates on the reg Play me too close, kid
dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house And it ain't made
be in the head, cause I leave the curls to Jheri Got mad souls out the ass with shit, fat like William Perry A poor black kid with rhythm, a eye for jazzy
smile once Look forward, just know I'm smoking them loud blunts Eight-hundred an ounce, while you running ya mouth I'm loading the guns... Who running
will have my child, will I be a good parent, or will I be cold, then I imagine I'm five years old, I'm running down the street without a care in the
your side, trying to ride Such a good life, good life You thought it was a fad, you really can't understand rap How these young playas come up and live fat
Doughboy and Wack 10 I suggest you stay tuned muthafuckas [B-Real's verse] It takes two of you faggets to get with one of me Now I'm running up in you
I suggest you stay tuned muthafuckas [B-Real's verse] It takes two of you faggets to get with one of me Now I'm running up in you hoes With "No Vaseline
He say, she say, brothers be yapping Running they mouths and don't even know what happened Just for conversation you run your lip And now my man got problems
Kinks, be in the head, cause I leave the curls to Jheri Got mad souls out the ass with shit, fat like William Perry A poor black kid with rhythm, a eye
(Feat. Fat Joe) [intro : Fat Joe] Ooooh oh, cruise mania, eh-eh i take em up town, take em up town B-x-t-s, Tony Sunshine ,uh, we goin in, uh-uh
pull G's Well I ah, impress the bad, suggest the rad Who be less when they 'fess, against the test And I insist that this, with a flick of the wrist Will be kid
