Letras:
Fight Fair Pop Rocks

Hey there girl yeah you know who you are You walked into my life and then you stole my heart I think it's those eyes that keep killing us guys And for

pussies that stuntin I pop Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop

it with a nigga like me Hey Hey [Hook] I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy Because the rocks go

on top Scary are cops 'cause I carry the glock Look up at my eye boy, dare my to pop Hand me my Scotch, Scotch on the rocks 100,000 rocks for my ghetto

me Chuckin' ain't a damn thing changed Rain on me Fuck it do it till I feel the flame Don't test me Try to fight 'em fair no lead Get messy But the alcohol

never kicked it with a nigga like me Hey, hey, I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy Because the rocks

come to Compton I walk through Times Square holdin' my Johnson A cross style Jada make a run threw Yonkers I got D-blocks like the locks and these glocks like to pop

a be here all night/ No matter what, I'm a still support you, whenever you ready let's rock the world/ Better believe I'm a fight for the money, if somebody

need a Now on the way to the top it never stop Catch me in every block with a rock Eatin my way and its still just cocked ready to pop, now whos the