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  • 50, uh
    ScHoolboy Q
    Haha

    [Hook: 50 Cent & ScHoolboy Q]
    Smiling...?
    ***** you gon' make me Flip On You!
    You gon' make me flip this knife out do some *******t to you!
    ***** you gon' make me Flip On You!
    ***** you gon' make me-you gon' make me Flip On You!
    ***** you gon' make me Flip On You!
    You gon make me pull the strap out, do some *******t to you!
    ***** you gon' make me Flip On You!
    ***** you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through!

    [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
    *****, I'm the one that bought all them *****es out
    Got a G-A-T this MVP don't run his mouth, *****
    You gon' make me fill this clip for you
    You gon' make me unload then reload 'em number 2
    *****, I've been known to get them Oxys off
    I believe in God, but cross my heart this nine go off
    *****, I'm from the Mecca of the Groove
    The Hoover Crip, I grew up on Figg I had to dodge them County Blues
    Live my life behind the rules
    Running from the cops, smash the rocks up under my shoes
    Spit out the eighth that once, hid in my face
    Bounce spring over the gate, didn't get caught
    I guess my escape, ***** was fate
    I love the block and all the dogs that kept me safe
    Now it's, back to adding, points to the crime rate
    Get slumped in your drive way
    You gon' make me hurt your boy
    You gon' make me put that work in boy
    You gon' make me get to murkin' boy

    [Hook]

    [Verse 2: 50 Cent]
    Focus on money, I'm in and out ass fast
    She loosen up against the wall like a NASCAR crash
    Got a bunch of enemies, I count my friends on one hand
    Ghetto philosphy, watch me, I got a hundred scams
    Like we could make a few dollars, that there a hundred grams
    I got a gift, I communicate with the afterlife
    Apparently, your ***** ass ain't acting right
    *****s killed your man, you ain't gon' get him back?
    What? You is tired out? Why you ain't get around to that?
    You wander, I travel, I have a destination
    I'll be a street legend new version of Pappy Mason
    My style? It'll never die, boy I'm immortal
    You shoot me down, I'll get back up and keep coming for you
    Man on fire, hi**an for hire
    Them *****s got happy they thought I was gon' retire
    Now they ***** giving me head, I'm the man, a man admires
    What's up?

    [Hook:]
  • 50, uh
    ScHoolboy Q
    Haha

    [Hook: 50 Cent & ScHoolboy Q]
    Smiling...?
    ***** you gon' make me Flip On You!
    You gon' make me flip this knife out do some *******t to you!
    ***** you gon' make me Flip On You!
    ***** you gon' make me-you gon' make me Flip On You!
    ***** you gon' make me Flip On You!
    You gon make me pull the strap out, do some *******t to you!
    ***** you gon' make me Flip On You!
    ***** you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through!

    [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
    *****, I'm the one that bought all them *****es out
    Got a G-A-T this MVP don't run his mouth, *****
    You gon' make me fill this clip for you
    You gon' make me unload then reload 'em number 2
    *****, I've been known to get them Oxys off
    I believe in God, but cross my heart this nine go off
    *****, I'm from the Mecca of the Groove
    The Hoover Crip, I grew up on Figg I had to dodge them County Blues
    Live my life behind the rules
    Running from the cops, smash the rocks up under my shoes
    Spit out the eighth that once, hid in my face
    Bounce spring over the gate, didn't get caught
    I guess my escape, ***** was fate
    I love the block and all the dogs that kept me safe
    Now it's, back to adding, points to the crime rate
    Get slumped in your drive way
    You gon' make me hurt your boy
    You gon' make me put that work in boy
    You gon' make me get to murkin' boy

    [Hook]

    [Verse 2: 50 Cent]
    Focus on money, I'm in and out ass fast
    She loosen up against the wall like a NASCAR crash
    Got a bunch of enemies, I count my friends on one hand
    Ghetto philosphy, watch me, I got a hundred scams
    Like we could make a few dollars, that there a hundred grams
    I got a gift, I communicate with the afterlife
    Apparently, your ***** ass ain't acting right
    *****s killed your man, you ain't gon' get him back?
    What? You is tired out? Why you ain't get around to that?
    You wander, I travel, I have a destination
    I'll be a street legend new version of Pappy Mason
    My style? It'll never die, boy I'm immortal
    You shoot me down, I'll get back up and keep coming for you
    Man on fire, hi**an for hire
    Them *****s got happy they thought I was gon' retire
    Now they ***** giving me head, I'm the man, a man admires
    What's up?

    [Hook:]