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    50 Cent

    Too Hot

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    Добавлена 2 марта 2007 пользователем AND1

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    [Intro: DJ scratching]
    "Niggas bit off Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah
    "Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep
    "Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah
    "Admit if, you bit it, bit it" - G. Dep
    (Repeat)
    [Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
    You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
    Either way you go against me, you still gon die
    I got four macs, a few nines, Im ready for beef
    You wanna talk, it aint about money, then let it be brief
    I need a drop for when its a hot, a hummer for when its cold
    An ill attorneys in my corner when these fake niggas fold
    The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
    And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
    Nastradamus predicted 50s the future, thats a fact money
    I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
    Im a tell yall what Papi told me
    I got what you need, 19,5 a key
    I stay catching a stunt, frontin in somethin mean
    And Ill clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
    Run up on them all with the same problem solver
    Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!
    [Chorus]
    Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
    Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
    Screamin get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro
    (Repeat)
    [Verse 2 - Nature]
    Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
    Im like Sugar Shane Mosley, it aint no beef
    Youre staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
    Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
    Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
    Im like a black mans asthma, seeking a pump
    Breathin deeper when Im creeping up
    Yall need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
    Ensevilitus, leavin whole families in silence
    My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
    Un cured, aint no vaccine
    Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
    Or in the studio booth, blacking out
    Its Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
    Comin back Im rich kid
    Either or, you cant stop me with my feet in the door
    Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga.
    [Chorus - Last line cut off]
    "Niggas bit off Nas" - Ghostface Killah
    "Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep
    "Tell these niggas somethin God" - Ghostface Killah
    [Verse 3 - Nas]
    What, yo
    I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
    Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like Im Magic Don Juan
    From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
    We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
    Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
    Feds search the God, but nothin they find on me
    When I rap dont wait to clap applaud sooner
    Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
    Porsche maneuvers thru the city like New York sewers
    Stinkin up the air, Central Park, horse manure
    Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
    22 inch dick when Im pimpin
    Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin like
    You knowin my arithmetic, but we dont sound alike
    50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
    You fake niggas imitate what I started, lets go
    [Intro - Once]
    [Chorus]
    [ Too Hot Lyrics ]
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