50 Cent

Order of Protection


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Yeah
G-Unit nigga
50 Cent
You Heard Me

Irv I don't believe you let that nigga talk
You fat cupcake eatin' motherfucker
I'll fuck you up nigga
Fuckin' punk ass nigga

Don't nobody respect you nigga
You Preme's son nigga
Motherfucker's been gettin' extorted since day one
Its all kinda bitch in ya, Chinese, Spanish, black, white

I got X
Method slabs and cocaine
So the feds want to search us
Like Arabs boardin' the planes

I'm in the range
Switchin' lanes
Reminscin' on cans and sardines

And car dreams
I'm burnin' unfamiliar bud
Got a shotgun like Elmer Fudd
That'll let off and leave you hell-a blood

Ma I'm hip to the game
Blue ice chips in the chain
A few nights skipped on the plane
With two white chicks gettin' brain

Bang bang from big heaters
Hundred dollar sneakers
Two seaters
Two ninas

And a bundle of hayes
At least enough to last fourteen days
He wouldn't sell lobster
My eyes slanted like Pharell's partner

nigga respect like your father when it comes to drama
I put the llama to your mama
And beat her like a pinata

nigga I been hotter since '97
You been beggin' tha 5th kick like a kung-fu legend
One blue seven
What's poppin' nigga?

Different day same shit
What you coppin' nigga?
S-K's want bricks, shit
You wind up dead with this

So why turn soft?
Straight bullets will burn a niggas sideburns off
I gotta model with a sick ass
Bagged her off 5th ave.
Fucked her offa hot dog and a playoff Knick pass

Now we shoppin' in the malls on the west coast
And as far as pussy
I been through more walls than asbestos
So lets toast

And have a sex on the beach
These niggas quotin' my lines like a Martin Luther King speech
Remember Patrice
She looked like Kelis

Met her in club
And caught her eyein' my piece
And with all the birds at tha show
I had to fuck tha crazy hoe

Callin' Hot 97 'cause she knows I'm on tha radio
(Ha Ha Bitch)

Yeah
Ja you little Stuart Little lookin' motherfucker
Catch you I'll break your mothafuckin' neck nigga
You only weigh 110 pounds you little fagot

I know tha stylist you been fuckin' too nigga
I paid him 50,000
Check my album out nigga
February 11th you gonna hear him talk

You little bitch
Tryin' to jump off like its a promotional stunt
Seven days before your album drop
Huh... you little bitch

Order of protection
From who?
Who I need an order of protection from nigga? (Laughs)
Ya lil' k... awe man

Motherfuckers man
Y'all niggas is gonna make this a lot of fun for me


Autor(es): 50 Cent