50 CENT - Street King Energy Track 7 lyrics
rate meYou, 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