'mma give it to you baby, nice and slow Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fucking with crack Talk about your girl pop off, where the fuck you be
going to give it to you baby, nice and slow Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with crack Talk about your girl pop off, where the fuck you
Превод: Фат Јое. Фуцк 50.
a book by di cover, dat's wrong This a Fat Joe and Buju Banton Tell them, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun Buju Banton, original rasta gangsta Fat Joe
big ol fuckin bumper kit comin down 5th wheel slammin hoe just fannin bitch Im sayin it cause I fucked your mamma I fucked your cousin I fucked that
[Fat Joe - Verse 1] Wrist on froze, thanks to the stove; Mattress financial, bank's never closed; Monday to Sunday, serve all addicts; Joey Van Gundy,
, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) You're backs won't last with checks you cant cash One time TS, two times Fat Joe I remember
used to You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus One half science, and another half soul Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat
Dumb deaf and blind is it I kick the spine out the battery backs Fuckin' with mine keep it movin' Now everybody just throw your hands in the What the fuck, fuck
I do doughnuts like Dunkin's. How come every bad bitch with a pussy wanna fuck em', But I just feed em' drugs and just watch em' fuck each otha, My neck
aight with her She aight with me, be my part time lover Girl, your ass fat like Joe, you real sweet like Ja Say some fly shit and I'ma black your fuckin
with big ol fuckin bumper kit comin down 5th wheel slammin hoe just fannin bitch Im sayin it cause I fucked your mamma I fucked your cousin I fucked
says he got, And he ain't did none of that shit he said he did, And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot) [chorus - 50 Cent
told me, your fuckin career is over homey Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Verse Two] SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!! We don't wanna hear your mafia tough talk That fake fuck
hood fast, can't think slow Stay away from the busta-ass bitches and hoes And for the 50, give me the slugs and the rifle I turn the pig into a sloppy joe
mama took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a muthafucka Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent
