50 Cent – Whoo Kid Kayslay Shit!

[Intro – 50 Cent – talking, breathing noises in background]

Hey pass that nigga, we gettin’ high

Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man

50 can’t even smoke this motherfucker (ah haha, haha)

[Verse 1]

I can’t smoke weed, cause my PO make me piss in a cup

Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, I’ll fuck you up

I ain’t talkin’ about a fist fight, I’ll cut you up

Yo don’t want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill

As a young buck, niggas always knew I puff

Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo)

I’m a sped ed kid, I’m gettin’ all this paper (uh huh)

You should sit, scibble lines and see where it take ya

Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was dumb

Why the so called smart kids was poppin’ guns

I think about poppin’ a gun, and then get the lump sum

Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle

A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil

Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out

He the one that taught me, what bein’ black’s about

Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend’s

Wrist, Sittin’ up in them Benz, to be in the pen

In the hood we hit the number, but never the lotto

Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole

Let’s go, let’s flow nigga

[Chorus – Singing] – 2X

War, what is it good for absolutely nothin’

But niggas keep frontin’

Fuck a nigga, live like a soldier

Die like a soldier

[Outro – Talking]

War, state of mercy nigga

You see me pop off nigga

Ain’t no peace talk, bitch ass nigga

Fake gangsta nigga, you want to seem nigga (yeah)

You don’t seem nigga, yeah nigga

Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid

50 Cent, new shit

My nigga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit

Niggas, niggas, “Rotten Apple”

And nigga shy money, ain’t fail nigga