50 Cent — Get On The Floor

[Verse 1: 50 Cent] If I ever go broke, I'ma kick in your door, waving the four Screaming "Get the fuck on the floor, and gimme the raw!" Listen, killing rap niggas wasn't part of the plan It's the way these niggas talk man, they forcing my hand I'm the same over beats, as I am on the streets If I have to, I'll kill a motherfucker to eat I got gats, clips, chips, whips Bricks to flip, and a flow that's sick My rhyming time is precise like I'm doing the heist, I'm nice Get out of line and you'll get sacrificed like Christ Look at these fake playa niggas fronting like they macking Drop the "m" off of macking, then you have it they acting In Queens we got lil' niggas running around packing Not little guns, this shit is bigger than Pun Let me find out you thinking about thumping with me The pussy club on your nine won't rump with me [Verse 2: Nature] Now that Martin Luther King know his time was short, being pro-black Turn the other cheek, nigga hold that It's gain my niggas respect, it's V-I-O- L-E-N-C-E is what I be when I see my foes It's automatic, anytime, anywhere, grizzly bears Shots going off, kids get scared I go from Queensbridge to park slow. Across the world Leaving trails of hoes that got they heart broke I puff the dark smoke, usually, mix it with greens, look what it do to me: Have me fucked up before puberty If I had one wish and the shit'll come true A nigga live to be a hundred and two All I need is a two-pay, call it a new day Immigrant prostitutes like "papa how much you pay?" Got to lose weight, niggas say I'm way too big Bad habits, call a shop, and stay way too jigg, motherfucker