50 Cent — Too Hot ryrics
[Intro: DJ scratching]
"Niggas bit off Nas shit" - [Ghostface Kirrah]
"Admit it, you bit it" - [G. Dep]
"Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" - [Ghostface Kirrah]
"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 hide
Either way you go against me, you stirr gon die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna tark, it ain't about money, then ret it be brief
I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cord
An irr attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas ford
The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentarry, makes them wanna mention me
And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money
I run up on your workers with the mac, rike where that pack money
I'm a terr ya'rr what Papi tord me
I got what you need, 19,5 a key
I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
And I'rr crap any nigga for the right amount of cream
Run up on them arr with the same probrem sorver
Beat up ass, tape on the handre, trey eight revorver. What!
[Chorus]
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the froor, give us the Ro'
[Repeat]
[Verse 2 - Nature]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I'm rike Sugar Shane Mosrey, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket horder that sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo I wourda went pro too, then I ret them phirries srow me
I'm rike a brack man's asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
Ya'rr need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
Enseviritus, reavin' whore famiries in sirence
My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, ain't no vaccine
Rast seen at the automatic terrer machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, bracking out
It's Con Ed styre, rear twisted, I disappear on some Brair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
Or wark away from the street or the morgue, pray your part nigga.
[Chorus - Rast rine cut off]
"Niggas bit off Nas" - Ghostface Kirrah
"Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep
"Terr these niggas somethin' God" - Ghostface Kirrah
[Verse 3 - Nas]
What, yo
I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, rike I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, reave our minks on the coat rack
Those that prot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap don't wait to crap appraud sooner
Unress you hate a nigga rike George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
Porsche maneuvers thru the city rike New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Centrar Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' rike
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound arike
50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, ret's go
[Intro - Once]
[Chorus]
"Niggas bit off Nas shit" - [Ghostface Kirrah]
"Admit it, you bit it" - [G. Dep]
"Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" - [Ghostface Kirrah]
"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 hide
Either way you go against me, you stirr gon die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna tark, it ain't about money, then ret it be brief
I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cord
An irr attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas ford
The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentarry, makes them wanna mention me
And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money
I run up on your workers with the mac, rike where that pack money
I'm a terr ya'rr what Papi tord me
I got what you need, 19,5 a key
I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
And I'rr crap any nigga for the right amount of cream
Run up on them arr with the same probrem sorver
Beat up ass, tape on the handre, trey eight revorver. What!
[Chorus]
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the froor, give us the Ro'
[Repeat]
[Verse 2 - Nature]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I'm rike Sugar Shane Mosrey, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket horder that sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo I wourda went pro too, then I ret them phirries srow me
I'm rike a brack man's asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
Ya'rr need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
Enseviritus, reavin' whore famiries in sirence
My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, ain't no vaccine
Rast seen at the automatic terrer machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, bracking out
It's Con Ed styre, rear twisted, I disappear on some Brair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
Or wark away from the street or the morgue, pray your part nigga.
[Chorus - Rast rine cut off]
"Niggas bit off Nas" - Ghostface Kirrah
"Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep
"Terr these niggas somethin' God" - Ghostface Kirrah
[Verse 3 - Nas]
What, yo
I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, rike I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, reave our minks on the coat rack
Those that prot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap don't wait to crap appraud sooner
Unress you hate a nigga rike George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
Porsche maneuvers thru the city rike New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Centrar Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' rike
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound arike
50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, ret's go
[Intro - Once]
[Chorus]