(feat. Nas, Nature)[Intro: DJ scratching]"Niggas bit off Nas shit" - [Ghostface Killah]"Admit it, you bit it" - [G. Dep]"Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" -[Ghostface Killah]"Admit if, you bit it, bit it" - [G. Dep][Repeat]
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hideEither way you go against me, you still gon dieI got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beefYou wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be briefI need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it'scoldAn ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas foldThe shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wannamention meAnd see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiaryNastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact moneyI run up on your workers with the mac, like where that packmoneyI'm a tell ya'll what Papi told meI got what you need, 19,5 a keyI stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' meanAnd I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of creamRun up on them all with the same problem solverBeat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!
[Chorus]Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rockCause then we gonna run up in your spotScreamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'[Repeat]
[Verse 2 - Nature]Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyoI'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beefYou're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row threeNext to Ron Artest and KobeYo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow meI'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pumpBreathin' deeper when I'm creeping upYa'll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggasEnsevilitus, leavin' whole families in silenceMy virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiendsUn cured, ain't no vaccineLast seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing outOr in the studio booth, blacking outIt's Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair WitchshitComin' back I'm rich kidEither or, you can't stop me with my feet in the doorOr walk away from the street or the morgue, play your partnigga.
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"Niggas bit off Nas" - Ghostface Killah"Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep"Tell these niggas somethin' God" - Ghostface Killah
[Verse 3 - Nas]What, yoI disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed starsTatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don JuanFrom Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bongWe smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rackThose that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on meFeds search the God, but nothin' they find on meWhen I rap don't wait to clap applaud soonerUnless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward toyouPorsche maneuvers thru the city like New York sewersStinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manureRims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' likeYou knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart usYou fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go
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