The Shitty City (Explicit)

The Shitty City (Explicit) - 50 Cent/Lloyd Bank$

Ladies and gentlemen

Allow me to introduce you to

The boy that bring the chedda in

When you thought they was used to you d**n

N***a just when you thought it was safe I came back uh

Brand new track-mack gun cocks and made that blast

Uh-hey sorry for the weeks you had

I know these other albums that made you mad uh

You ain't heard me this raw

Since the hunger for more uh

The player haterz don't want

The boywonder to score f**k

If you can't take the fouls get the hell

Up out the game uh

'Cause that comes with it when you yellin'

Out my name what

Duke couldn't cope with the pressure

Or handle wall of fame uh

Fell in love with a stripper-like t-pain haha

I'm foc-us-ing dudes so lame what's his name uh

I don't remember-he went as fast as he came whoo

Buck know the story you can ask him the same yeah

He used to get his tip on

His a*s is a flame yeah d**n

I got a statue on my neck

So if the talks come through

And I gotta leave out the country New York

Comes too New York comes too

Enough with all the talkin' about what you gon' do

We got those too-nigga you old school gunshot non stop

You shakin' in your shoes like you seen the dead yeah

Probably gotta sleep and moan now

'Cause you pee the bed sniiiiiiiff

I don't come with excuses

I bring the heat instead gun cocks

Catch him comin' out the radio station

And paint his head blast haha

You turn jelly when you start

To do your thing and ya thing and ya

Blowin' 20s now martin luther king uh

Especially when your blue rocks sparkle and they bling uh

I looked like I rubbed magic marker on the ring

N***a my crew colour champagne solar

With more whips than a slave owner

Uh huh I drop game on ya uh huh

I came up with the water leakin' yeeah

The half black half puerto rican ready for all the beefin' yeah

I watched who you beefed with niggaz'll call a precinct uh huh

And you be headed outta town this weekend yeah whoo

Everythin' that glitters ain' gold-this platinum

Made n***a don't deserve to get punched-just

Smack him whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Every b***h don't deserve to get

Lunch-jus mack 'em d**n kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid

She's only puttin' up with my s**t 'cause I'm rappin' I know

And everybody know the young boy stackin' yeeah

And spider ridin' around with the glock

Gun cocks gunshot d**n

Guns and ammo kid I damage s**t s**t

Be careful how you mention me mention me

N***a when that hammer spit blast

The nozzle's lit-take cover by a car or tree d**n

I come through your hood-they see me with my whoo-bop-pop

Walkin' strapped 2 gun cocks-now I wanna see who's s**t talkin'

'Cause I rap and they rap it ain't the same

Till I snap and I clap

And blow out his brains whoooooooooooooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid

I'm still hungry n***a blast-I'll come for you boyy

What you think the gloves the mask and the ducktape for

Probably homicide still flashin' my flick

My allaby air tight so get off my dick

Look now I know my rights I'm pleadin' fif'

And I kick your a*s you hit me

With that stick pretty sha

I'm sorry Mr officer the blocks locked down

Your partners been hit-he layin' on the ground

His lil' vest couldn't stop a' ak round automatic gunshots

If it was a 38 or a tre pound gunshot

A nickle fo'-fo' he'll still be around d**n

He on the corner more than me his heart hangin' out

Oohhh

Ggg-ggg g-unit

N***a

It's 50 whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Ahh man kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid

Ha

Yeeesssss

Whooohooo mo money

Ahhhuummmmmm

I'm feelin it

Bank I can feel the money comin'

Hahaha

They thought it was over it's gonna get worse

Hahaha

You know I'm startin' to feel like

I don't have to think no more to do this s**t

See that gunshot

D**n