[50 Cent] N-gga we not playing zero tolerance for that fake sh-t get shot playing, that's how we on it yeah its rap til we start spraying when you see
pen Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We never listen to them, it's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don
's not waste a minute I can give it, and I can take it..how bout you? I just wanna make it up ... don't wanna fake it I just wanna shake
beige I was over and under my age Like a video Like a chick Like a dead man moving too quick In my way Had no plan Passin' out flyers for some punk rock band
you're allowed to rain on my parade I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir At least I didn't fake it
stumble 'round those words so well? "You like me", there I said it Don't need a dictionary helping me 'Cause I can spell My foot was in my mouth the day I met you All my
Fake tales of San Francisco Echo through the room More point to a wedding disco Without a bride or groom There's a super cool band yeah With their trilbys
're allowed To rain on my parade! I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum, And if I'm fanned out, Your turn at bat, sir. At least I didn't fake it.
play the drum in my younger days I just hit that beat any way I can Smooth high-stepping in the marching band I turned in my drum and I started to rap
the instrumental, get the mic and I'm cool Cause I'm an Oaktown mack and it's like that, so It all comes out in my records and my stage show In my category
the streets with ya to my ear Cos my mother said turn that down Now if I had my way I'd burn that building to the ground Boy bands and cheerleaders
I had my head out the window and Janey's fingers were in the cake I think I really dug her 'cause I was too loose to fake I said, "I'm hurt." She
with the hands toast Close and stand opposed Rubber bands of C-notes, grams of the coke Razor blade tuck the side the line, the banter of the coke Watching niggas die with my
] Provide for my family Ride with my family Things tough, still by my side That's family Had a rough landing No one's hurt badly I'm difficult at times But my
boats and I copped them ropes Resurging the mics, I deal with only knives and throats Hold my tongue around fake niggas Look at 'em sideways and pull my
beep beep beep When again it roars I keep my eyelids analagous to a succesful venus-fly trap Tellin my left brain it's Saturday well he must buy that
the rat cave to a room with a view My brother's B.G., and my band is Josh U And the stank whole rhythmic funk, plus my nuc' You can comprehend the verbal
in the real, don't get left in the hills My tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vegetabills We blessed with the will to never surrender 'Cause my