50 Cent - Run Up On Me

This is the Unit bitch

[50 Cent]

N-gga this is ground hog day

Back to buying coke

I’m ill, no Doc, no diagnosis

No cure, I smell fear

[50 Cent - Verse 1]

N-gga my eyes don’t cry, my heart so cold

Lets play, lets make a deal n-gga, sell me your soul

Got a fetish for the guns, Calico drums

Rap Meyer Lansky steady counting my ones

Death dealer, Heron, meth dealer

Top biller, point blank, I’m that n-gga

Barrell smokin’, fiend smokin’, rims cokin’

Out on that 550 Benz, bitch is open

Inhale, exhale, feel a different high

Andrew McQueen shirt and jeans, this a different fly

Presidential time, n-gga watch the Rolie shine

No need for pens and paper, this here, whats on my mind

[Chorus]

I know she wants a playboy

I don’t think you should f-ck with me

I’m shooting right away boy

Find out when you run up on me

I’m riding with that K boy

I put that on my dead homies

I spray it right away boy

Fiund out when you run up on me

[50 Cent - Verse 2]

When n-ggas shot me, I must have bled out my conscience

Go ‘head play boy, I bang that thing at you like ronson

I feel for you n-ggas I’m back now

I told you n-ggas ’03 I don’t back down

Me still a rookie, nah, I’m more like veteran

I bet ya our part is full of n-ggas I’m better than

Magician I make rounds turn to cash, kush turn in to ash

Heads turn into ass, my bum n-gga the class

Thats me in a nutshell, run tell I did it

Interrogation hours go on, I wont admit it

Got cash coming out of my ass, I’m so compelling

These n-ggas act hard till you hit ‘em, they start tellin’

[Chorus]

I know she wants a playboy

I don’t think you should f-ck with me

I’m shooting right away boy

Find out when you run up on me

I’m riding with that K boy

I put that on my dead homies

I spray it right away boy

Fiund out when you run up on me