50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath, the dream team
We gotta get the get well cards, niggas is sick
Feel this, nonstop
Motion picture shit, ha ha

Now don’t think I won’t hit you ’cause I’m popular
I got a P-90 Reuger to pop at you
Catch ya slippin’ I’mma give you what I got for ya
My clip loaded with 16 shots for ya
Never had a hot gun on your waist and blood on your shoe
‘Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you?
Homie you ain’t been through what I been through
You not like me and I’m not like you
I’m like a animal with it when I spit it it’s crazy
Got semi-autos to put holes in niggas tryna play me
One shot is not enough you need least an Uzi to move me
After four bottles of Dom the kid start feelin’ woozy
I write my life you write what you seen in gangsta movies
I’m gangsta to the core nigga you can’t move me
I found my space at the top I got this rap shit locked
I never heard of you, you heard of me, I murder you
Spray shells through your convertible
Lotus, you notice?
Rich or poor hollows still go through your door, this is war
You scared of me you not prepared for me the kid is back
50 Cent, I know you like that
Yeah I know you like that

Green Lantern
Shady Records
Anger Management Tour, homie
Yeah