Lyrics

[Intro: DJ scratching] "Niggas bit off Nas" "Admit it" "Nas shit" "Niggas" "Niggas bit off" "Nas" "Admit it, you bit it, bit it, bit it" "Niggas bit off Nas" "Admit it" "Nas shit" "Niggas" "Niggas bit off" "Nas" "Admit it, you bit it, bit it, bit it" Tell these niggas something dog [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide (Yeah) Either way you go against me, you still gon die I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef (Uh-huh) You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief I need a drop for when it's a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold And ill attorneys in my corner when these fake niggas fold The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, 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, like, "Where that pack, money? I'ma tell y'all what Papi told me I got what you need, nineteen-five a key (Uh-huh) I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean (What) And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream (Ugh) Run up on them all with the same problem solver Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver, what! [Chorus: 50 Cent & Nature] The 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 floor, give us the raw" The 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 floor, give us the raw" [Verse 2: Nature] Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef (It ain't no beef) You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three next to Ron Artest and Kobe Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump (Seeking a pump) Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up Y'all need to fuck with the tightest I stick niggas: encephalitis Leavin' whole families in silence My virus is obvious, passed on to most rap fiends Uncured, ain't no vaccine (Nah) Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out Or in the studio booth, blacking out (Blacking) It's Con Air style, real twisted I disappear on some Blair Witch shit Comin' back, I'm rich kid, either or You can't stop me with my feet in the door Or walk away from the street or the morgue Play your part, nigga [Chorus: 50 Cent & Nature] The 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 floor, give us the raw!" The projects too hot Niggas better hope we never hit rock Cause then we gonna run up in your spot [Scratch] "Niggas bit off Nas" (What) "Admit it, you bit it" "Tell these niggas somethin' God" (Yo) [Verse 3: Nas] I disturb niggas and white boys with five-pointed stars tatted on they arms Pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack, dough stacks Those that plot on me: Nine times outta ten, the nine is on me Feds search the God, but nothing, they find on me When I rap, don't wait to clap Applaud sooner, unless you hate a nigga Like George Bush Jr., I bring war quick to you Porsche maneuvers through the city like New York sewers Stinkin' up the air, Central 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' like You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike 50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go [Scratch] "Niggas bit off Nas" "Admit it, you bit it" "Tell these niggas somethin' God" [Chorus: 50 Cent & Nature] The 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 floor, give us the raw" The 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 floor, give us the raw"