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Too hot (feat:nas & nature) - 50 Cent (50美分)
Niggas bit off Nas sh*t
Admit it you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas sh*t niggas
Niggas bit off Nas sh*t
Admit if you bit it bit it
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 I'm ready for beef
You wanna talk it ain't about money then let it be brief
I need a drop for when it's a hot a hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold
The sh*t I kick f**k with niggas mentally
Makes them wanna mention me
And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
Nastradamus predicted 50's the future that's a fact money
I run up on your workers with the mac
Like where that pack money
I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me
I got what you need 19 5 a key
I stay catching a stunt frontin' in somethin' mean
And I'll clap any ni**a for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all with the same problem solver
Beat up a** tape on the handle trey eight revolver What
Projects too hot niggas better hope we never hit rock
Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the f**k on the floor give us the Ro'
Projects too hot niggas better hope we never hit rock
Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the f**k on the floor give us the Ro'
Aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo
I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley it ain't no beef
You're 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
I'm like a black man's asthma seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
Ya'll need to f**k with the tightest I stick niggas
Ensevilitus leavin' whole families in silence
My virus is obvious past on to most rap fiends
Un cured ain't no vaccine
Last seen at the automatic teller machine maxing out
Or in the studio booth blacking out
It's Con Ed style real twisted
I disappear on some Blair Witch sh*t
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or you can't stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue
Play your part ni**a
Projects too hot niggas better hope we never hit rock
Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the f**k on the floor give us the Ro'
Projects too hot niggas better hope we never hit rock
Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
What yo
I disturb niggas and white boys with five pointed stars
Tatted on they arms pimp your moms
Like I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong w**d 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 don't wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a ni**a 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 I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with Braveheart-ed we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started let's go
Niggas bit off Nas sh*t
Admit it you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas sh*t niggas
Niggas bit off Nas sh*t
Admit if you bit it bit it
Projects too hot niggas better hope we never hit rock
Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the f**k on the floor give us the Ro'
Projects too hot niggas better hope we never hit rock
Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the f**k on the floor give us the Ro'
