Too Hot ft. Nas and Nature - 50 Cent

[ti:Too Hot ft. Nas and Nature]
[ar:50 Cent]
[00:22.23]You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
[00:24.64]Either way you go against me, you still gon die
[00:27.59]I got four macs, a few nines, I’m ready for beef
[00:29.08]You wanna talk, it ain’t about money, then let it be brief
[00:32.17]I need a drop for when it’s a hot, a hummer for when it’s cold
[00:34.53]An ill attorney’s in my corner when these fake niggas fold
[00:37.05]The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally,
[00:39.34]makes them wanna mention me
[00:41.25]And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
[00:43.62]Nastradamus predicted 50’s the future, that’s a fact money
[00:46.05]I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
[00:49.03]I’m a tell ya’ll what Papi told me
[00:49.94]I got what you need, 19,5 a key
[00:52.24]I stay catching a stunt, frontin’ in somethin’ mean
[00:54.93]And I’ll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
[00:57.26]Run up on them all with the same problem solver
[00:59.86]Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!
[02:13.17][02:04.15][01:12.50][01:02.59]Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
[02:17.17][02:07.34][01:16.22][01:06.39]Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
[02:20.52][02:10.24][01:19.63][01:09.18]Screamin’ get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro’
[01:22.62]Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
[01:23.92]I’m like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain’t no beef
[01:25.56]You’re staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
[01:28.19]Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
[01:30.24]Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
[01:33.17]I’m like a black man’s asthma, seeking a pump
[01:35.75]Breathin’ deeper when I’m creeping up
[01:37.64]Ya’ll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
[01:40.11]Ensevilitus, leavin’ whole families in silence
[01:42.81]My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
[01:45.93]Un cured, ain’t no vaccine
[01:48.09]Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
[01:51.00]Or in the studio booth, blacking out
[01:53.13]It’s Con Ed style, real twisted,
[01:55.68]I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
[01:57.21]Comin’ back I’m rich kid
[01:58.72]Either or, you can’t stop me with my feet in the door
[02:01.14]Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga.
[02:23.92]I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
[02:26.78]Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I’m Magic Don Juan
[02:29.40]From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
[02:31.86]We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
[02:34.08]Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
[02:36.86]Feds search the God, but nothin’ they find on me
[02:39.42]When I rap don’t wait to clap applaud sooner
[02:41.86]Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
[02:43.85]Porsche maneuvers thru the city like New York sewers
[02:47.34]Stinkin’ up the air, Central Park, horse manure
[02:50.41]Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
[02:52.46]22 inch dick when I’m pimpin’
[02:54.90]Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin’ like
[02:57.88]You knowin’ my arithmetic, but we don’t sound alike
[03:00.41]50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
[03:03.58]You fake niggas imitate what I started, let’s go
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