K. Miller

[50 Cent]
Disrespectful
Anything, I let you breathe
Now you're dead

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see
Devil 'round the corner

[50 Cent]
Is that my dawg, that slap that cat?
Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat?
Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird?
His pops is a O.G., this is absurd
My gun game right, my knife game right
Fuck around I get right, in broad daylight
Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin the tail on the donkey
It's a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey
Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em
Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang
You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over you trippin
Reload slap the clip in, back, back, strapped

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta
Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer
Fuck like a rabbit, shit like a dinosaur
See like a sniper, lil' nigga aim height is raw
Ride like a Lambo', stunt like I'm out of town
Strap like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign
Live everything up I won't, change like the others, nope
Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp
I'm 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills'll kill
Kill that bullshit, I'm famous but I'm ridin with the steel
Will throw it all away, I see you later today
You'll see I'm fadin away, that's all I'm able to say

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, it's the enforcer Yayo
We could do it in broad daylight
In front of the White House for all I care

I blow your heart out your body sucka
Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber
Black ski mask, the Aston tinted
Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it
Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P.
Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T.
Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones
Do your son like J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin
I'm stuntin, focus like a digital camera
Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer
Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon
Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Devil 'round the corner, corner

Nigga you so tough
Tough until ya heartbeat stop
The trey-pound pop
Ya arteries shot
Ya bleedin and shout
Get in the pine box
Damn yous a hard muthafucka
You so tough
Tough until ya punkass hit
The four-fifth kick
The hypla spit
You in deep shit
Now yo ass sit
You supposed to be hard muthafucka
You so tough

Bury all ya hatin
Cause hatred'll bury ya
Learn not to talk tough talk through ya cellular
Fuck gettin beef
The president the senetor
There is no peace
You the prey or the pretedor
While ya plottin on me
I'm 10 steps aheada ya
Black 40 calibur
I'll putta infer-red on ya
Nigga I'm special
You mad cause you regular
Man I don't want yo bitch
I damn near remember her
Refresh my memory?
Oh yeah, I slept wid her
No wonder she ain't mention you
When I met wid her
Mind on my chedda
They remember me forever
The groundwork I put in
Make my lifestyle better... and better
I like the fuckin street
Right in them phantom lights
Montana life
Two women
And my hand is ice
But I don't forget where I come from

Nigga you so tough
Tough until ya heartbeat stop
The trey-pound pop
Ya arteries shot
Ya bleedin and shout
Get in the pine box
Damn yous a hard muthafucka
You so tough
Tough until ya punkass hit
The four-fifth kick
The hypla spit
You in deep shit
Now yo ass sit
You supposed to be hard muthafucka
You so tough

For that china white
I'll lay a nigga momma down
We can shoot it out
Like Frank White did in Chinatown
You know I got that hard white
You know I got that tannin brown
Automatic trey-pound
Leave a nigga maned-down
Murda murda homicide
Real right niggas ride
Gangstas, they never hide
Thank God I'm still alive
My pockets look like there's cracks on me
My waist looks like I got the mac on me
These hoes on my dick I got that axe on me
You a R.N.
Regular nigga that rap homie
I'm crack homie
I'm dope money
I wake up and wipe my ass wid coke money
C-back, Maybach
My shit two-toned
Nigga run up on that
Yo ass a tombstone
I'm wood like a group home
Ghetto like a payphone
Jake the snake
I'm low in the hood

Nigga you so tough
Tough until ya heartbeat stop
The trey-pound pop
Ya arteries shot
Ya bleedin and shout
Get in the pine box
Damn yous a hard muthafucka
You so tough
Tough until ya punkass hit
The four-fifth kick
The hypla spit
You in deep shit
Now yo ass sit
You supposed to be hard muthafucka
You so tough

Yeah I got a knife for a tough nigga
Nine for a hard nigga
Don't make me empty the chamber
Even if I'm locked in a cell block
You'll fall into shell shock
When I open ya head wid the banger
I cause a riot in the yard
Make a mess in the mess hall
Like I jus blew trial
And I ain't got nothin left
God, what's todays mathematics?
Shit ain't addin up
Get knocked wid 10 machine guns
Only get 12 months?
Ooohh weee, don't talk to me
You talk to him, you talkin to them
I got the best lawyers money can buy
They said they woulda got me ten
Or maybe nine
I say "how do you explain how homie breathe? "
He say "you keep ya mouth shut or you in wid G's"

Nigga you so tough
Tough until ya heartbeat stop
The trey-pound pop
Ya arteries shot
Ya bleedin and shout
Get in the pine box
Damn yous a hard muthafucka
You so tough
Tough until ya punkass hit
The four-fifth kick
The hypla spit
You in deep shit
Now yo ass sit
You supposed to be hard muthafucka
You so tough