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Текст песни 50 Cent - 300 Shots

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50 Cent - 300 Shots


Y'all niggas spend too much time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana and shit?
Well you can start, right before his ass get hit
So when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?

Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone
I'm still down to sell crack got a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow
Like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go
Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow

I'm a hundred time bigger than Preme in his prime
100 mill in my account and I'm still on the grind
When you a'int in my clique, it's hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find

I don't dream now that I'm livin, I'm out to get it
My truck bomb kitted an AK can hit it
I'm a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So I'm gettin ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers Island, to shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got your bitch pussy fartin'

My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper at the VMA's
Kilo's in a gram, PO's be my fans
That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan

I got Gats from the future, see-through guns
So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run
Nigga I flip my advance before I ran through it
'Cuz that money turn haters into that barmen fluid
My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10
Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben

You know you messin' with a nigga that do this for a livin'
Put two in the street while there's two in the kitchen
Put guns in niggaz mouth like "Who's u dissin'?"
We give for they knew who you was missin, nigga

You can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain
I have hoes back of the church, hummin' ya name
Even then I feel it's like cheat my men
Watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men
I pop niggas in the chest they never breathe again
Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again

What's a man tryna wake up, who can't wake up?
Back guards face straight up with kinds of make up
'Cuz every time I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream "Please not my baby!"

Quick as I see it's you, bullets will hit you, boy
Your nobody so no one will miss you
Queens start to kickin', it's too much to get through
Leave a nigga leakin' like an Indian ritual

Who wanna run up on me they get known quick
I blackout then snatch your chrome clique
Leavin' jail in '91, made I'm homesick
Move Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonement
Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin
Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian

A country nigga still lookin' for a New York hoe
About to kill these niggas with this New York flow
Say one nigga name homie you gon' go
You in that Hot97 so New York know

I use to listen to Jada I've never listened to Joe
I couldn't tell ya how now one of his verses go
Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin' promo
I was like "What Up?" and they was like "Uh, oh"

I a'int just get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word, niggas would have been pop
Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga
Enough hearin' 'bout what you finna do nigga

Murder at its best, this is rap at its finest
You can see my verse, even if you the blindest
My raps is vivid, ya bitch I hit it
All ready, yeah that's right this is spaghetti

Head mob niggas, my gun bomb niggas
Go 'head and shoot, my pistol nuke niggas
When I let off, the whole earth feel the effects

I mix CD's and treat 'em like album shit
Our albums, we treat 'em like the president elections
On our champagne campaign livin' up dresses
On the dance flo' the Hennessey it flow

When you fuck with G-Unit then you gon' fuckin' blow
When you fuck with Mobb Deep, then bring some fuckin' hoes
'Cuz its a gang of us and we ready to go
'Cuz after the party after the party we get so drunk
We forget all about the next day, hun'

Get it Teflon don, AK-filled
Get your mouth blown off like the hand that feeds you
Yeah little motherfucker put the hammer in diesel
G-Unit, Game Over, this is only a preview

Niggas shittin' on theyself gotta rock in the huggy
The coke in the pot rise to the top like dougy
Got chicks with a ass like Buffy, yes homie trust me
Plays fuck me, kick 'em out when they try to get touchy

QB, Southside, if you wanted to Trestle
Man your man is hot, you don't wanna get next to
Like 50's beef is mine and mine is his
See this serious, motherfuckin' ask them kids
Niggas wild on the streets, scared to death to bid
Sell anything that stay from the bottles and cuffs, nigga butt

You about to witness an M.O.P. thug out
And for you niggas hatin' listen to the sounds of the Unit
Kiss my ass with your tongue out, nigga
Fuck a warden, I ring bells like a doorman

So all you motherfuckers take it easy like Sunday mornin
(Get 'em up)
Put 'em up, wrap ya hand or knuckle up
Ground zero we never ran never will we fuck 'em up
Dude you gonna get your ass banged
Fuckin' with that homie Lloyd Banks
Wild gun style what the fuck y'all think

Niggas ain't got nuttin' on me, everybody know that
Niggas run up on a V, everybody gon' clap
And if he ain't what he say, an' everybody gon' rats
Just rat and catch your little body all rats

Matter'fact, I don't hang out with no lobby for rats
The gun swallow me back off Bacardi and Yack
I'm in the club with the snub, this the part of the track
A stray from the K will take a part of ya hat

I'm gettin cake like you wouldn't believe but I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggaz wanna talk all greasy
Like they ain't used to open up for me in New York on TV
(Ya know)

Skip all chatter and walk off Eazy
A milly will make your body looker look all measly
Ya bitch spotted me on the dolo and I'm low-low
Damn near broke a monolo for a photo

I ain't ridin' around with a dodo that's a no-no
Momma taught me better than that you go to go home
Look at me now, a product of poverty
I cant watch the way I gotta decide a me

The 'hoods fulla hurt but that was a robbery
Critics owe me an apology, I'm probably
A sixteen away from the lottery
My niggas keep guns, thats one of the things I gotta be

I'm wrapped up in a dome shit
'Cuz nigga got all kinds of beef they want ya to come get
I'm two steppin' with my weapon 'cuz they don't check 'em up
I know niggas from 'round there and they don't check us

All of the niggas was fans when I met 'em
Just waitin' in the wind for niggas to come and get 'em
On my next album, I'm a have some fun wit' 'em
Spank 'em all around so everybody forget 'em

They Envy, 'cuz I got the 'hood in a frenzy
And I move smooth with the wooden Benzy
Blend in, niggas will body ya for a pen
Baby need food, baby momma need fin

You know me, New York cap on
Batman whip that I got off a rap song
I'm the fan with the illegal strap on
Teflon an' a wife beater an' black on
Its on

Wassup? This the kid, 50 Cent, man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk, ya niggas
Got me all fucked up

I'm finna kill few of you mother fuckers man
Know what I'm sayin'? Watch ya niggas say
Somethin' smart out ya mouth, boy, you better stop usin' ya mouth
Before I help you not be able to use ya mouth, motherfucker



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