(feat. Schoolboy Q)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Summer heat, hot, murder plots, niggas getting shot
Chrome rims for sixes
One wheel, one gixxer [slang for Suzuki GSX-R]
Throw it up, one hand
Wave back at the bitches
I'm silent
Right before I snap I'm violent
I call myself the tussle,
I’m the boss and the muscle
Boy I feed your ass brass knuckles
A nigga come creeping through the fog
You scared, get a dog
Get a male, because a bitch'll get you both in the mall
Now peep the punchlines I'm punching these are knockout flows
I'm cyber pimping I'm so new I got sci-fi hoes
This is next-level mack shit
That's why my money stack quick
12 V's V12 half of them triple black bitch
Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy envy me
Your blinds blurring your vision, see I'm where I'm supposed to be
On top of the underground
Still gritty
Still running cities
Still Em', Dre, and Fiddy
Fuck with me, I'm a usual suspect when it's a hit
Turn up the volume and hear my voice, yeah it's the shit
[Hook: x2]
Pardon me please, can I speak to you
Feel this is something
I'm compelled to do
[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Pistols and bad bitches
Hustlers and bad business
Rapping was just a hobby, that hobby turned to a million
Had that oxy for sale
You can get it 50 a pill
Sniff it or let it grill
Rap the foil you know the drill
Money, power, and drugs
My only reason to love
Never played cops and robbers, nigga we played Crips and Bloods
Like to the pimps saying who the sluts?
211 on hookers purses
Another double up purchase
Slanging a hundred meters from churches
God forgive me, but the steal was worth it
Man I swear I needed some change, chains and golden rings and thangs
Niggas watch videos and think them dudes went from rags to hardest
For real lokes know that type of thing makes you a target
Either the pigs or I'm gonna get you while you playing boy
Hold you like an animal
Strapped with a bean that's Adam Braun
50 told me ambition wins when your talent ain't working
I say I'd rather relapse
Than reenact Curtis and put that work in
Pardon me please, can I speak to you
Feel this is something
I'm compelled to do
[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Floss if you want to I've seen your home broke nigga
It ain't a secret I get money you's a joke nigga
Make what you make in like 2 years in less than a month nigga
5th side to south side but we up nigga
Summer heat, hot, murder plots, niggas getting shot
Chrome rims for sixes
One wheel, one gixxer [slang for Suzuki GSX-R]
Throw it up, one hand
Wave back at the bitches
I'm silent
Right before I snap I'm violent
I call myself the tussle,
I’m the boss and the muscle
Boy I feed your ass brass knuckles
A nigga come creeping through the fog
You scared, get a dog
Get a male, because a bitch'll get you both in the mall
Now peep the punchlines I'm punching these are knockout flows
I'm cyber pimping I'm so new I got sci-fi hoes
This is next-level mack shit
That's why my money stack quick
12 V's V12 half of them triple black bitch
Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy envy me
Your blinds blurring your vision, see I'm where I'm supposed to be
On top of the underground
Still gritty
Still running cities
Still Em', Dre, and Fiddy
Fuck with me, I'm a usual suspect when it's a hit
Turn up the volume and hear my voice, yeah it's the shit
[Hook: x2]
Pardon me please, can I speak to you
Feel this is something
I'm compelled to do
[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Pistols and bad bitches
Hustlers and bad business
Rapping was just a hobby, that hobby turned to a million
Had that oxy for sale
You can get it 50 a pill
Sniff it or let it grill
Rap the foil you know the drill
Money, power, and drugs
My only reason to love
Never played cops and robbers, nigga we played Crips and Bloods
Like to the pimps saying who the sluts?
211 on hookers purses
Another double up purchase
Slanging a hundred meters from churches
God forgive me, but the steal was worth it
Man I swear I needed some change, chains and golden rings and thangs
Niggas watch videos and think them dudes went from rags to hardest
For real lokes know that type of thing makes you a target
Either the pigs or I'm gonna get you while you playing boy
Hold you like an animal
Strapped with a bean that's Adam Braun
50 told me ambition wins when your talent ain't working
I say I'd rather relapse
Than reenact Curtis and put that work in
Pardon me please, can I speak to you
Feel this is something
I'm compelled to do
[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Floss if you want to I've seen your home broke nigga
It ain't a secret I get money you's a joke nigga
Make what you make in like 2 years in less than a month nigga
5th side to south side but we up nigga
album: "5
(Murder By Numbers)" (2012)
My Crown
NY
United Nations
Business Mind
Roll That Shit
Leave The
Lights On
Money
Definition
Of Sexy
Be My Bitch
Can I Speak
To You
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