50 Cent — Street King Energy

[Intro] [Girl singing] You, I love you so much I can't deny how much I love you, yeah [50 Cent] Alright, alright, that's enough Niggas ain't gonna hear that shit [Verse 1] Nigga this is simple, not complicated I-I-I can't be faded I'm starting to think I made it Get out of line, out line, line, out line You act like you got a vagina, you pussy nigga Front on me, I'll find, find, I'll find ya There's no running from me Picture me in my darkest hour I would rather be marked for death than marked the coward Pure evil, like the dope in your veins You fuck around I make you bang yourself like Cobain Turn around disappear, thin air like David Blaine I’m higher than Travolta, he flyin' a plane No evaluation necessary, I'm insane The barrel of that llama, hot, yeah, like a sauna Bricks in the door panel crossing the Verrazano Tom Ford Taylor shoes, you’s Ferragamo Don Corleone, let's talk mano-a-mano I’m classically trained, they call me the piano man I move the keys fuck a piano, man I'm sort of like a one man band with a trumpet Beef – I let blow, run, hop a fence, and dump it Niggas be talking all that jazz When they get down to the get down they ask That bass so deep, my heart so cold I let you hear that street sweeper drum line row [Hook] Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back You lose, cause I got the ill street blues You lose, I'll see you on the 6 o'clock news Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back You lose, cause I got the ill street blues You lose, I'll see you on the 6 o'clock news [Verse 2] This vintage 50 call it my tommy gun bounce Say the wrong shit out your mouth I'll A your ass out One line, one bar, I'll be on you so fast My night work like I'm fresh out Alcatraz I don't wanna play so I don't play fair You know it's not polite to stare at my Cartier Yeah, I'm enjoying the fruits of my labor Coke boy, the dope boy, now a nigga major I used to cut crack on my grandmama China And cook coke think I'm the chef from Elle's Diner Smoke it, I could smoke a kush through the jar When I'm tripping, I might put a clip through your car They say I'm sick, then tell me how I made it this far I love war, in fact, I'm the commander I want you to open the box of pandor' I'll destroy you and everything you stand for [Hook] [Outro] Yeah, I'm a South-side nigga to the bone And when my niggas ain't around, I do it on my own Check my track record nigga, haha, 50 yeah That's cool for starters, but we gotta get to the shit Wait till y'all hear the shit