Street King Energy Track #7 Lyrics - 50 Cent

You, I love you so much 

I can't deny how much I love you, yeah 

Alright, alright, that's enough 

Things ain't going... that shit 

Nigger this is simple, not complicated 

I can't be faded, 

I'm starting to think I made it 

Get out of line, out line, out line 

Do your act like you got a vagina, you pussy nigger 

Front on me, I'll find, find, I'll find you 

There's no running from me 

Picture me in my darkest hour 

I would rather be marked for death than mark the coward 

... like the... and fame 

You fuck around I make you... yourself like cobain 

Turn around disappear, thin air like david blaine 

I'm higher than... he's flying a plane 

No evaluation necessary, I'm insane 

The barrow that... hot air a sauna 

Bricks in the door panel causing... 

... don corleone... mano a mano 

... they call me the piano man 

I move the keys fuck the piano man 

Sort of like a one man band with a trumpet 

Beef I let it blow... and dump it 

... niggers be talking all that jazz 

When they get down to the get down they ask 

That base so deep, my heart so cold 

I let you hear that street sweeper drum line row 

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Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back 

You loose, cause I got the I'll street blues 

You loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock news 

Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back 

You loose, cause I got the I'll street blues 

You loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock news 

This vintage 50 call it my tommy gun 

... your ass out 

One line, one bar, I'll be on you so fast 

My night work like fresh out alcatraz 

I don't wanna play so I don't play fair 

You know it's not fair to stare at my... 

Yeah, I'm enjoying the fruits of my labor 

Coke boy, the dope boy, now a nigger major 

I used to cut crack on my grand mama china 

And cook coke think I'm the chef from... 

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 lobe war, in fact, I'm the commander 

I want you to open the box of pandora 

I'll destroy you and everything you stand for 

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Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back 

You loose, cause I got the I'll street blues 

You loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock news 

Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back 

You loose, cause I got the I'll street blues 

You loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock news 

Yeah, I'm a self-side nigger to the bone 

And when my niggers ain't around, I do it by myself 

Check my track record nigger, haha, 50 yeah 

That's cool for starters, but we gotta get to the shit 

Wait till y'all hear the shit.