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Ready 4 War

Lil C

S.L.A.B., Vol. 3

2006

niggaz are hard plus we all crazy
Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me
Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change

that you don't know
Like, what you really wanna say?
Get paid, spend it all on a new chain
50k on a ride that's tinted
You minted, I'm living
Tell me who

or it's life
[00:50:00] Everybody is gon' be alright
[00:52:00] By the grace of God, we gon' see the light
[00:54:00] I go by YT, that's my preference

style, more sicker than yours
Four-four, and fifty-four draw
as my pilot, steers my Leer, yes my dear
Shit's official, only, the Feds I fear
Here's

a job but why they tryna temp me (Y they temppinn)
These niggas broke af, ain't got no cents wouldn't give em 50
I'm strapped and ima keep a stick cause I

caught 'em window shoppin' just like 50 Cent
He tried to stand on business, he got dropped, now he can't stand on shit
Shh, nah, for real, zip it up

Rhyme smooth it's so clean it's melodic
Up at two A.M. and with six beers, she went from eh to exotic
Bought me a drink, gave me the eye, and I

fifty pounds
That's bad karma
Smoked a blunt off lemon tree and
Ate some fish and grit's
Gave her a quarter mil and she
Jumped on the plane at six

[Originally by 50 Cent]

No shorty, it's Beyonce,
We gonna' party like, it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink

you'll never be as ill as me
I mastered the 16 bars, god you mastered mimicry
And I'm the man, I'll emasculate you little niggas
What bores me still

Usual Suspects

DMX

Mic Geronimo

1997

me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched 
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up 
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?

Yeah' like Mr Windle
Shit, they tell me that I'm
Spitting like an old fool
These little kids think 50-Cent is old-school
They try to question my

Now NY hug me still niggas want to hate
I'm embraced by 50 states and
The westside love me
Bids told Dre I'm the nigga to chase
And it been that way

God gave me style and he gave me grace
I say my grace before I eat and then I scrape the plate
The most talent in the room I bet I make the case
They

know I will
Bet that 9 tryna blow like a bitch
Hit him 9 times he is not 50 cent
Chasing that paper in any event

And I'm stuffing that bag with M after

the respect
I'm just an artist a poet
A king, not a leech
I'mma preacher nigga at sermon
Psalms 34:19
God got me
So fuck it I'mma go in

Gibberish, gibberish

Diamond chain
Rocks so sharp they cut a wrist 
I like a bitch who give me head and ain’t afraid to cut a bitch 

Bitch I need the Guap
By the Guap I mean

a junkie begging for some for change
Gave him 50 cent, he bought some drugs to shoot in his vains
My brother on my daddy side was in that cell for 3 years

showing love to many man
Know you see me down to my last 50 cent
Can't seem to figure out all these dividends
10 toes but i'm at the bottom its getting

raps
50 Cent raps I'd rather let
Eminem call me 50 niggas
Than break bread wit a
Rich nigga readin scripture
By the way, if you're Aryan
Nation - FUCK

circumstance
Blame god he made me that, took my soul the devil gave it back in all black
With a pitchfork and a lit torch tellin' me 
I'm gonna do some great

to mention 

Told Jada give me a kiss then I yanked on her lox 

Her hair I started to style as my p beat her box 

She Said I stole the show like 50 cent how

Fouling me so I'm a free throw
That word of truth no matter how it goes 
Don't play with me, I stay busy 
Go 100 You can ask 50cent
When I come around they

awhile
I've been switching up the style
Like HAANHH
How you like me now
Know it's been awhile
I've been switching up the style
Like HAANHH
How you like me