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50 Cent] N-gga this is ground hog day Back to buying coke I?m ill, no Doc, no diagnosis No cure, I smell fear [50 Cent - Verse 1] N-gga my eyes don?t cry, my heart so cold Lets play, lets make a deal n-gga, sell me your soul Got a fetish for the guns, Calico drums Rap Meyer Lansky steady counting my ones Death dealer, Heron, meth dealer Top biller, point blank, I?m that n-gga Barrell smokin?, fiend smokin?, rims cokin? Out on that 550 Benz, bitch is open Inhale, exhale, feel a different high Andrew McQueen shirt and jeans, this a different fly Presidential time, n-gga watch the Rolie shine No need for pens and paper, this here, whats on my mind [Chorus] I know she wants a playboy I don?t think you should f-ck with me I?m shooting right away boy Find out when you run up on me I?m riding with that K boy I put that on my dead homies I spray it right away boy Fiund out when you run up on me [50 Cent - Verse 2] When n-ggas shot me, I must have bled out my conscience Go ?head play boy, I bang that thing at you like ronson I feel for you n-ggas I?m back now I told you n-ggas ?03 I don?t back down Me still a rookie, nah, I?m more like veteran I bet ya our part is full of n-ggas I?m better than Magician I make rounds turn to cash, kush turn in to ash Heads turn into ass, my bum n-gga the class Thats me in a nutshell, run tell I did it Interrogation hours go on, I wont admit it Got cash coming out of my ass, I?m so compelling These n-ggas act hard till you hit ?em, they start tellin? [Chorus] I know she wants a playboy I don?t think you should f-ck with me I?m shooting right away boy Find out when you run up on me I?m riding with that K boy I put that on my dead homies I spray it right away boy Fiund out when you run up on me |