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50 cent - street king energy lyrics

[intro]
[girl singing]
you, i love you so much
i can’t deny how much i love you, yeah
[50 cent]
alright, alright, that’s enough
n-ggas ain’t gonna hear that sh-t

[verse 1]
n-gga this is simple, not complicated
i-i-i can’t be faded
i’m starting to think i made it
get out of line, out line, line, out line
you act like you got a v-g-n-, you p-ssy n-gga
front on me, i’ll find, find, i’ll find ya
there’s no running from me
picture me in my darkest hour
i would rather be marked for death than marked the coward
pure evil, like the dope in your veins
you f-ck around i make you bang yourself like cobain
turn around disappear, thin air like david blaine
i’m higher than travolta, he flyin’ a plane
no evaluation necessary, i’m insane
the barrel of that llama, hot, yeah, like a sauna
bricks in the door panel crossing the verrazano
tom ford taylor shoes, you’s ferragamo
don corleone, let’s talk mano-a-mano
i’m cl-ssically trained, they call me the piano man
i move the keys f-ck a piano, man
i’m sort of like a one man band with a trumpet
beef – i let blow, run, hop a fence, and dump it
n-ggas be talking all that jazz
when they get down to the get down they ask
that b-ss so deep, my heart so cold
i let you hear that street sweeper drum line row

[hook]
rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, i never hesitate to put a n-gga on his back
you lose, cause i got the ill street blues
you lose, i’ll see you on the 6 o’clock news
rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, i never hesitate to put a n-gga on his back
you lose, cause i got the ill street blues
you lose, i’ll see you on the 6 o’clock news

[verse 2]
this vintage 50 call it my tommy gun bounce
say the wrong sh-t out your mouth i’ll a your -ss out
one line, one bar, i’ll be on you so fast
my night work like i’m fresh out alcatraz
i don’t wanna play so i don’t play fair
you know it’s not polite to stare at my cartier
yeah, i’m enjoying the fruits of my labor
c0ke boy, the dope boy, now a n-gga major
i used to cut crack on my grandmama china
and cook c0ke think i’m the chef from elle’s diner
smoke it, i could smoke a kush through the jar
when i’m tripping, i might put a clip through your car
they say i’m sick, then tell me how i made it this far
i love war, in fact, i’m the commander
i want you to open the box of pandor’
i’ll destroy you and everything you stand for

[hook]

[outro]
yeah, i’m a south-side n-gga to the bone
and when my n-ggas ain’t around, i do it on my own
check my track record n-gga, haha, 50 yeah
that’s cool for starters, but we gotta get to the sh-t
wait till y’all hear the sh-t

- 50 cent lyrics

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