Straight razors just to keep you trimmed up
Every time I come around they like, "Oh no"
When you see my knife out
Slide back up on you like the wind, nigga
Ricky Ticky Timble, C's is the symbol
Then you get to poppin' you'll have a change of heart
It's 50 Cent and S N double O P
I get to poppin' off that thang like I'm loco
Shit, I been through in my hood made my heart cold
No sense in coppin' pleas
You go against me, you'll be devoured
When you see my knife out
Courdoroy khakis, stacies and brimmed up
An if you don't know, I never hesitate to shoot a ho
(Oh no)
Sup, nigga, sup, now
(Lights out)
Let the Momo pour again
Motherfuckers light out
Motherfuckers light out
I get to trippin' slap the clip up in my 44
Just take dem shots an drop it like it's hot
I dumps till my clips is empty
I get to poppin' off that thang like I'm loco
Push me a hundred revolvers'll get to spinnin'
Or touch us or sucka duck us
And now he lookin' for me what the heck? My game is built on respect
Yea, nigga, just when you thought I was gone
So gangster, Snoop Dogg the criminal
He's electrifyin' and original
(Knife out)
Hundred miles an hour, pulse flyin' wit my eye an
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With the G,G,G,G,G, G-unit
(Lights out)
I get to trippin' slap the clip up in my 44
1 8 7, oh yeah, now you remember
No sense in coppin' pleas
Shit, I been through in my hood made my heart cold
(Knife out)
Every time I come around they like, "Oh no"
Hurricane D O double G
Shit, I been through in my hood made my heart cold
No sense in coppin' pleas
Now, your names on a tomb
Bitch, nigga
Hugged up wit yo bitch, nigga, I don't give a shit
Now, I'm breathin' down your mortherfuckin' neck
(Knife out)
Every time I come around they like, "Oh no"
(Yeah)
Me and my ho again
(Knife out)
(Yeah)
You can call me the beast from the East, I run these streets
You'll be respectin' me until you leave this room
You betta check dat ho that's what wreckin' G
(Lights out)
I'm bailin' through the door again
Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin'
(Oh shit, oh no)
Here comes Snoop
He who fears fate lives like a coward
Your services are no longer needed, rock a bye, baby
I get to trippin' slap the clip up in my 44
Now, step your game down 'cause ain't no checkin' me
(Lights out)
Goddammit, I'm at it again
Every time I come around they like, "Oh no"
I get to poppin' off that thang like I'm loco
No sense in coppin' pleas
Yeah that's my reputation, you test my patience and
Or my gat'll go boom, bullets go zoom
I get to poppin' off that thang like I'm loco
You can eat hollow tip shells or you can work for me
Hey whaddup 'cuz it's 50 Cent, what's happenin', nigga?
These rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limits
You and your fam bam gon' hear the blam, blam
When you see my knife out
Niggas never see the light till it spark
Have doc usin' donors, dead niggas with spare parts
When you see my knife out
My bitch'll do it to you with a lil' 380
Motherfuckers light out
And when I get there don't ask who sent me
Then they bleed, it get cold then shit get dark
They done let that bitch, nigga up outta the pen
Motherfuckers light out
I hit your chest a couple times you'll have to change your heart
You don't want no Snoop and you don't want it wit me
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It'll crack off, now, back off real slow
Walkin' in my big, blue chucks 'cause I'm killin' 'em
The one you hate to love in the club, in the cut
I get to trippin' slap the clip up in my 44
I pop niggas like balloons, I ain't feelin' 'em
They pourin' out liquor wit no room to consume, you silly bafoon
Shit, I been through in my hood made my heart cold
I'm headin' down Willshire to San Vicente
And I'ma bust it if you try to rush us
Yeah, she got the four up in this motherfucker
You come back wit lungs of a snitch an the heart of a dead nark