I still fuck with State P Still fuck with Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z Still, real still recognize real I still feel it in the air we still kill at
a hero. [Billy Flynn] Did you bring the money? [Amos Hart] I didn't do as well as I hoped. But, I will, Mr. Flynn. I will. [Billy Flynn] This is only
took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a muthafucka Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He
me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a motherfucker Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds
re still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't feelin his shit' But fuck you too, you fell off and I'm still in this bitch Willing to rip the fuckin head off
B? Yeah I've heard of you, still. Yeah yeah, you're fucked up, you're fucked up. ('Cause where I'm from?) Yeah, yeah, that's cool though. (Thats' where I
kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s Told Banks when i met him imma ride And if I gotta die rather homicide I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma
police will have to get me 760 I-I ride I'm a rider Molsotov, I toss that, you on fire Beef pop, I'll stop talkin n get quiet Put the muzzle on the Tech
[Chorus: 50 Cent] Im amzing,im crazy the hood dun made me feel like my emotions are froze i stay "G'd Up",its tha things tha i dun seen and the shit
3: 50 Cent] I'm the leader of the new school now nigga what? I got a 44 bulldog I'll tear your bitch ass up I pop off nigga front I'll put my knife in
You know I still f**k with State P Still f**k with Dame Dash still f**k with Jay-Z Still, real still recognize real I still feel it in the air we still
You're still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't feelin his shit' But fuck you too, you fell off and I'm still in this bitch Willing to rip the fuckin head
won't shut up will you? Talk about I owe you, bitch you owe me I'm promoting you right now Man lets put the nail in his coffin [Chorus] I dont want
off, Smirnoff and Henn dogg I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dogg Nobody told you that I'm loco essay? I lack every sane chemical in my membrane I
. The hawk I'll stab it in your back I'll blow your brains, I know your name And where you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you
still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh) And when I hit the block I still, will kill! And I dont want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill! If niggas get
nuittin funny mangg I'm about my money mangg Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn Better understan what I'm sayin, What I'm sayin, I aint playin I'll