50 Cent feat. Kidd Kidd - OJ

[Hook: 50 Cent]

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit

Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit

I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]

I’m smoking up my lungs,

This liquor drowning my liver

I’m now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup

Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner

Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer; Master Splinter

Sound like my phone is bugged, give a nigga the jitters

I don’t give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter

Yeah I’m kind of thinner but Goddam you’re jeans are slimmer

I don’t want you round my children, you look like a sex offender

Planet of the apes, I’m a G Unit gorilla

All these rappers claim they killers

Proly sue you when you hit them

See I’m not what you used to

I aint soo woo, I aint crippin’

I’m a rider gang nigga

We gonn get it where we fit it

[Hook x2: 50 Cent]

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit

Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit

I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Got a new bitch that’s so bad

Yeah she don’t know what she doin’

And her ass so round and fat

When she touch me I’m like boooing!

I won’t hit and I won’t tell

So I don’t wanna flip a coin

I don’t kiss it, I don’t tell

So her close friend she can join

They don’t call me from the pens

That’s to see how things are going

So the money, it still flowing

Get a rider gang, it’s still glowing

And my neck and my wrist,

And my ears and my fist

Got diamonds all over shit glowing

And the Lambo ain’t got no top

It aint summer yet but it’s hot

You gon lose the speech when you hit the streets

And you see the bitches I got

You better believe it’s real

From the Philippines to Brazil

Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet her

People can give it to you pure

100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup

[Hook: 50 Cent]

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit

Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit

I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]

MJG, bitch I got them 8 balls

4 door garage, bitch I need 8 cars

They want me locked up

They singing like Akon

Her shatter, like a ? on

Bitch my life right and you niggas dead wrong

I would take your head on so you can see me head on

I’m gettin’ my air blown, you know what her head on

She got my head gone, shit I’m bout to head home

? that’s my destination

Still street, never handed in my resignation

Ding dong, I’m at your doorbell waiting

Who tryna get served, I’m ’bout to do some catering

[Hook: 50 Cent]

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit

Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit

I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.

50 Cent feat. Kidd Kidd - Get Busy

[50 Cent]

Get busy

Get busy

I'm insane ye,chained

I'm the head of the brain

In a weird gang

Make it rain,trick

Make it rain

I hold on the money

And buy more cocaine

Off the chain

I ain't playin'

I get it him the semi

Stun I let it rain

He rap I rap

But we ain't the same

He love a game

I run a train

Canary yellow eruptes in the brain

Everything private I hold in my planes

Every now bartender more champaigne

I shawn like crowman's Arizona rain

I stunt when I want

I ain't never gonna change

I go load the wood in my cardian frames

This what happens when the great big genie

Blow up on my own out this biddie

[Chorus]

I ball out bottles after bottles

'Till I fall out

I stunt, I do it my way

I'm on now , get my money long now

Look here, you ain't got it like me

Doing like me

Get busy get busy

Too stunt

Doing like me

Get busy busy

Too stunt

[Kidd Kidd]

Tell me why you don't like me

My chain too icy

The diamonds on my right hand

Striking like lightning

Throwing cake on your wife

When she liking the icing and uh

It's not even my birthday

She tellin' me she love me

And I wanna be your happy pusher

Then pulled the beetle in the first place

Nah dance the Ali Key let me hold some

Look 'cause I know you know

And I know you nothing

With your rope in,coat in

Type of shit gonna get wild with no man

Ride a game thing,play the bitch without the ball

It's my night boy better love 'till mor'

I'm a boss plus walking big ballin' and

Talking,benz parking,rims glosin',click closer

Tell her way you drained the bottles

With the towels sparkling

Say money talks, bitch my money talks

Now

[Chorus]

I ball out bottles after bottles

'Till I fall out

I stunt, I do it my way

I'm on now , get my money long now

Look here, you ain't got it like me

Doing like me

Get busy get busy

Too stunt

Doing like me

Get busy busy

Too stunt

Doing like me

Get busy busy

Yeah

50 Cent Feat. Kidd Kidd - Shooting Guns

50 Cent Feat. Kidd Kidd - Shooting Guns

[Hook 1]

Got my guns and magazines

Ending up in front of me

Nothing is quite as it seems

F-ck with me and you will see

[Hook 2]

Shoot your gun now make you a believer

Now you better pray for somethin’ more

[1st Verse : 50 Cent]

I go to war to my house

Stop niggas ain’t listening

Get the thumping and the dumping at your newborn’s christening

Tell your homie tell his homies

He gon’ need more homies

Ain’t this a b!tch I got an extended clip right on me

And my diamonds on my neck

A dead nigga did scheme on it

The ruger on deck, its hard to miss with that thing on it

I’ll give your ass a permanent nap sing you a lullaby

I got money to run, so f-ck an alibi

[Hook 2]

Shoot your gun now make you a believer

Now you better pray for somethin’ more

[2nd Verse : 50 Cent]

Yeah, I believe you when you say you tough nigga

All that means is you f-ck nigga

I get the drop I’m on it

Morning or night, I spot-cha I gotcha

Wake up cuffed to your bed your bed cops asking ‘who shot-cha’

As the world turns, ?? will be learned

The ?? burns and I ain’t concerned if I ain’t hit

And I ain’t here, so a nigga doesn’t really give a shit

You know who you f-cking with

Come through dumber than a clip

Niggas be on the same stupid shit

Till they get hit, ain’t that a bitch?

[3rd Verse : Kidd Kidd]

K-I double, shot gun barrel double

I always run a couple and I move ‘em on a double

Racks in the duffel

Mac with the muzzle

Makin’ circles in you, all black like a tunnel

I only know how to hustle

Can’t stay outta trouble

I got a big gun, muthaf-ckers scuffle

Kidd Kidd, will you ever change?

F-ck no, pimps don’t ride a game you already f-cking know

[Hook 1]

Got my guns and magazines

Ending up in front of me

Nothing is quite as it seems

F-ck with me and you will see

[Hook 2]

Shoot your gun now make you a believer

Now you better pray for something more

[4th Verse : Kidd Kidd]

Man these niggas so fake, I call ‘em knock off

Light pringles high pop the top off

You ain’t hot dog

You the f-cking Micky Mouse (aw)

I’m on fire like Louisiana hot sauce

Brand new J’s cost a buck fifty nickle

???

Been f-cking with the pigs, you a guinea nigga

Plus you always baked, you’s a ?? nigga

I wear my gun like its trendy nigga

You p-ssies ain’t shit, get it little

Uh, see where all that bitching getcha

Right in front of this pistol

[Hook 1]

Got my guns and magazines

Ending up in front of me

Nothing is quite as it seems

F-ck with me and you will see

[Hook 2]

Shoot your gun now make you a believer

Now you better pray for something more

Tony Yayo Feat. 50 Cent, Shawty Lo & Kidd Kidd - Haters

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