Motherfuckin' Star

[Starts off with the beat of 2Pac & The Notorious B.I.G.'s: "Runnin' (Dying To Live)".] [Intro: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}] Broke a*s mothaf**ka... Hehahahaha! {Whooooo!} [Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}] Now mutherf**ker I take a look at the kid, Now take a look at the crib. No! - I Take a look at the car, I'm a motherf**kin' star! It's kinda hard for me to practice, cause niggas ain't up to par! And my paper stretch longer {GOD-...} than Abdul Jabar. {DAMN!} Get hit with a leaner - and the grib of a lobster With a pooched screen I gun a man with a chopper. You played me you musta had a frying pan full of vodka I rode a bike now I LAND IN A CHOPPER! [shot] {LLOYD BANK$!} You should keep your head down if you got love for him, Before you see his a*s flying off the roof like Nutso in above the rim! [explode] {Whoooo!} (50: "AUH! ") The kid is out for the gusto and I love to win (uh-huh!) (GGG!) Driving the industry nutso I'm a rub it in; You page me a trial every kid is spoiled (Snffff!) Smell that nigga? - I just shit it on you! {DAMN!} I pa*s bullets so the gun goes with me And the bullets are the size of Mutumbo's pinky; (uh-huh!) {Whoooo!} And they automatic which means they unload quickly I hit these niggas with a Drum-role; 50 they make another song! (go ahead!) Get a bitch pregnant, wrong! [shot] - I don't trust myself! (uh-uh!) I walked into the hotel with the rubber on. (Bank$!) (50: "Haha! ") Then I'm gone... I ain't playing funny style, cause I ain't selling nobody; yo' shit - I wear my own! [explode] {Whooooo!} The industry for me, some mutherf**king rap homie Gimme a cheque of a couple mil. and jet! {NONE STOP!} (yeah!) See heavy smoking is a thing I do (uh-huh!) That's why my Weed supply could fill up the pouch on a kangaroo. {Whoooooo!} We in the club with the daggers and razors too I'm cool as ice water my earings are laser blue. (bling!) You should cop a new vest Cause if I got a tatoo for every nigga that past there wouldn't be room left. (damn!) {Whoohooo!} And I'll be damned, if I [shot] spend my afternoon stressed, When my s*x partner is 5'9'' with baloon bre*sts. (go!) {SHADYVILLE!} Ghost writing is a hobby kid, (uh-huh!) So if a nigga shit sound like I wrote it I pro'ly did. [explode] (you know you are!) And you can tell you flopped on your last tour Cause your dressing room is the size of my bathroom! (haha!) If I'm at the dealer I ain't browsing I'm buying (uh-huh!) These rappers can't spend a $100, 000, they lying! (NO!) {Whoooooo!} Damn near sold 100, 000 you crying! (NO!) - Tell you what! Here's a Tech, shoot yourself in the neck! {POW!} [Outro: {DJ Whoo Kid}] YEAH! It's Lloyd Bank$, nigga! G-UUNIT! [shit] Yaaaayo! Come on nigga... {G-UNIT ALBUM... OUT NOW!}