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50 Cent - In Cold Blood Remix Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent]
50 Cent, man, it's goin' down, you heard me?

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yo, Wise came home Far Rock edge, man, I figured I'd drop in (Woo!)
Bless him with a lil' short change to go shoppin' (Uh-huh)
Buzzer don't work, elevator shitty, staircase pissy
His sister ran out huggin' on a nigga, she missed me (Woo! What?)
Momma living room, she sipped Cristy till you was pissy (Woo!)
Told 'em niggas tried to blaze me last night but they missed me
In the CL, some niggas wet the driver side door (Uh-huh)
I had my vest on, I put the fuckin' pedal to the floor (Ahh!)
Her son facin' her for a less or tens, he hurtin'
They be hollerin' like, "50, let us put some work in"
Today's a nice day if it's a nice night, somebody gon' die
It is what it is, my nigga, why ask why?
See, I stay in some shit in the street
But the niggas Uptown love me like they love Pistol Pete
You heard me?

[Interlude: 50 Cent]
Haha, haha!
Brrat!
Y'all niggas eat that, nigga!
Live with that!
[Verse 2: Scarface]
I started small time, dope game, pushin' on the corner
Twenty cent cook-up, fifty flippers if you want 'em
Full of formaldehyde, my clothes reekin' marijuana
Cops rollin' up on us, my neighborhood's like a sauna
Pistol-grippin', insurin' won't nobody run up on us
But if they do, fuck 'em, we murderers, nigga, dome 'em
I ain't playin' no games, I'm on a mission for the change
Motherfuck being a lame, I'm ten toes in the game, deep
I can't slip, this whole world want me sleep
See, I hustle like a predator and prey on the weak
And playin' for keeps, 'cause see, it's a thin red line
Between a nigga gettin' his and me gettin' mine
And plus I'm a nigga with that feelin' like it's my time
And anybody standin' in the way of that is dyin'
I bust nine, how many times I gotta warn you?
I ain't the one who pushin' buttons in the sight of my gun
I'm the real live version of the Corleone family
So I spit this clearly, so you hoes'll understand me

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks & (50 Cent)]
I had my eyes on that Mascara
Mami, the Maybelline queen
Dolce Gabana, Fergano gettin' choked in the sauna [explosion]
She had a dot on her face like Madonna
Dressed like she date a designer
Look so good, I spent a day with her mama (Woo!)
Tried to break her, bring her, beat her, eat a plate of lasagna (Uh-huh)
Grab some paper, bring the heater case it's haters behind ya (Ahh)
They call me Bandana Bank$, baby, I clap your homie, homie
Then I'm through with her, go holla at Macaroni Tony (Tony Yayo)
In the back with a few cup of Henny, baggy pants to tuck the semi
Case you get too fuckin' friendly, my clique as tough as any
Stuntin' plenty, I don't trick a penny (Haha!), get your own shit
Callin' me with questions will only get you a phone click
[Chorus: Scarface]
I can squeeze without blinkin', I'm a cold-blooded nigga
Bank robber (Ooh), I'm a natural born killer
Drug dealer, anything it took to survive
Even if it took a nigga to die, I'm a gangsta, ri—