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[feat. Kidd Kidd] [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 ain't soo woo, I ain't crippin' I'm a rider gang nigga We gonn get it where we fit it [Hook x2: 50 Cent] Letras de canciones [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 ain't 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] [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] From Letras Mania