50 Cent — Nobody Eat

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Scarlett] Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat [Verse 1: 50 Cent] [?] My flow will fuck with your mental, my hooka fuck up your dentle [?] the shit [?] [?] 9 11 wrental to a Linkin contenental On the grand central, getting head from this badass oriental Never diss a nigga accidental Shit if I did it I meant to [Chorus: 50 Cent & Scarlett] Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Right now I'm on top, but if I ever hit rock, [?] still make shit hot In your spot, use the Glock, moving the M Move or you get shot, give me everything you got "Man, even my gold teath?", nigga, you think not? This rap shit I got it locked, paper I need a lot Safe to say, in the future, they see me with a yacht I don't [?] but I let my bitch front in my drop There's a dice game and I'm hurting, I'm taking the pot If I get caught without my Glock, I'm going to [?] [?] be right back on the block Look at Billboard, find my name, find my dot [?] cause everything I spit be hot Imma keep going and flowing until you niggas scream "stop" [Chorus: 50 Cent & Scarlett] Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat [Verse 3: Scarlett] Scarlett fever, cunt diva Slick bitch quick to leave you Deceive you, then cop a one way ticket to Indonesia I sees you but you ain't no threat to a bitch like me You can ice me, or step on my toes ever so slightly And I'ma scorch your punk ass in the nine-ocho We live immortal Ice the cake out, you can't get a morsel You light in the ass bitch too frail, I'm bout to set sail Fuck waiting to exhale, find me on the block for the next sale Why you swearing you rhyme hot? Bitch I got it locked like Comstock You bout to get rocked, so put the bunny back in the pots As for the Glocks, they plastic [?], niggas like you gotta get blasted Takeover hostile, [?] Next time we find your ass, you gon be a fosel [?], picture leaving me in the gutter It's off with your mom's head [?] cutter Your style is butter, yeah but my shit is like no other Won't hesitate to cut ya, if you not on my team I don't trust ya [Chorus: 50 Cent & Scarlett] Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat Code of the street, If I don't eat, nobody eat I repeat, if I don't eat, nobody eat, cause it's beef If I don't eat, fuck that, nobody eat