歌手:50 Cent
专辑:《Southpaw (Music From and Inspired by the Motion Picture)》

I get that dirt you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that 40 Cali' blow you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end never end

Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your ***********' head you get to testin' me
You call the cops and I get knocked I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end never end

Keep thinkin' I'm playin'

It's hard yeah it's hard this that New York ****
That black glove wood grip outline 'em in chalk ****
I don't wanna talk say a prayer for my enemies
Droptop ten shots I'll make your ass a memory
Time to ride homicide I'm down with it
I'll wave that chopper hit your whip and shake the ground with it
**** with N dot Bonepart get your ass blown apart
Hip hop's Napoleon you know war you know me then

I'll hunt you like a great dane

Hit you hit you like a freight train
Run off with your fake chains
I'll give you *********** somethin' to believe in

Knife work your lungs I'll make it hard to breathe in

Little **** could be a big enough reason
You're dancin' with the wolves fool better feed them
I feel for you you ain't ready for the outcome
***** I'll get at you all week with the same gun
I get that dirt you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that 40 Cali' blow you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end never end

Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your ***********' head you get to testin' me
You call the cops and I get knocked I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end never end

Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
Me I punch every ***** first I had a fight with
Maybe it's genetics mama made me like this
******* baby problem child half crazy
Children of the Corn I've been warned so long

Big strap for robberies with my little 380
I'll make your little lady miscarry a baby
You leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your vision
What up comrade salute I pull rank I got bank
Just ****** up work askin' if we'll use shanks
Every clique I'm in my clique ***** I run ****
I put in my own work run get who you gon' get
This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson
When talk is not an option it's a form of expression
You got to go to work on a *****
The red **** comin' through the shirt on a *****
My gift to a gravedigger
I get that dirt you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that 40 Cali' blow you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end never end

Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your ***********' head you get to testin' me
You call the cops and I get knocked I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end never end

Keep thinkin' I'm playin'