50 CENT - Street King Energy Track 7 lyrics

rate me

You, I love you so much

I can’t deny how much I love you, yeah

Alright, alright, that’s enough

Things ain’t going … that shit

Nigger this is simple, not complicated

I can’t be faded,

I’m starting to think I made it

Get out of line, out line, out line

Do your act like you got a vagina, you pussy nigger

Front on me, I’ll find, find, I’ll find you

There’s no running from me

Picture me in my darkest hour

I would rather be marked for death than mark the coward

… like the … and fame

You fuck around I make you … yourself like Cobain

Turn around disappear, thin air like David Blaine

I’m higher than … he’s flying a plane

No evaluation necessary, I’m insane

The barrow that…hot air a sauna

Bricks in the door panel causing …

… don Corleone … mano a mano

…they call me the piano man

I move the keys fuck the piano man

Sort of like a one man band with a trumpet

Beef I let it blow … and dump it

…niggers be talking all that jazz

When they get down to the get down they ask

That base so deep, my heart so cold

I let you hear that street sweeper drum line row

Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back

You loose, cause I got the ill street blues

You loose, we’ll see you on the 6 o’clock news

Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back

You loose, cause I got the ill street blues

You loose, we’ll see you on the 6 o’clock news

This vintage 50 call it my tommy gun

… your ass out

One line, one bar, I’ll be on you so fast

My night work like fresh out Alcatraz

I don’t wanna play so I don’t play fair

You know it’s not fair to stare at my …

Yeah, I’m enjoying the fruits of my labor

Coke boy, the dope boy, now a nigger major

I used to cut crack on my grand mama china

And cook coke think I’m the chef from …

Smoke it, I could smoke a kush through the jar

When I’m tripping, I might put a clip through your car

They say I’m sick, then tell me how I made it this far

I lobe war, in fact, I’m the commander

I want you to open the box of Pandora

I’ll destroy you and everything you stand for

Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back

You loose, cause I got the ill street blues

You loose, we’ll see you on the 6 o’clock news

Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back

You loose, cause I got the ill street blues

You loose, we’ll see you on the 6 o’clock news

Yeah, I’m a self-side nigger to the bone

And when my niggers ain’t around, I do it by myself

Check my track record nigger, haha, 50 yeah

That’s cool for starters, but we gotta get to the shit

Wait till y’all hear the sh*t.

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Thanks to nakrul

Thanks to A.S. for correcting these lyrics