300 Shots lyrics

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah....
Y'all n*ggas spend too much time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n sh*t?
Well you can start, right before his ass get hit
But when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
n*gga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone
I'm still down to sell crack out a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a n*gga the talent to push blow
Like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go
Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow
I'm a hundred time bigger than Preme in his prime
100 mill in my account and I'm still on the grind
When you ain't in my clique, it's hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
I don't dream now that I'm livin, I'm out to get it
My truck an ak can hit it
I'm a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So I'm gettin ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers Island, to shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got your b*tch pus*y fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper at the VMA's
Kilo's in a gram, po's be my fans
That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan
I got Gats from the future, see-through guns
So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run
n*gga I flip my advance before I ran through it
'cause that money turn haters into that barmen fluid
My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10
Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
A country n*gga still lookin' for a New York hoe
About to kill these n*ggas with this New York flow
Say one n*gga name homie you gon' go
You in that Hot97 so New York know
I use to listen to Jada I've never listened to Joe
I couldn't tell ya how now one of his verses go
Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin promo
I was like "What Up?" and they was like "Uh-Oh!"
I ain't just get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word, n*ggas would have been pop
f*ck a interview n*gga I get into you n*gga
Enough hearin' 'bout what you finna do n*gga

[Verse 4: Prodigy]
Murder at it's best, this is rap at it's finest
You can see my verse, even if you the blindest
My raps is vivid, ya b*tch I hit it
All ready, yeah that's right this is spaghetti
Head mob n*ggas, my gun bomb n*ggas
Go 'head and shoot, my pistol nuke n*ggas
When I let off the whole Earth feel the effects
I mix cd's and treat 'em like album sh*t
Our albums, we treat 'em like the president elections
On our champagne campaign livin' up dresses
On the dance flo' the Hennessee it flow
When you f*ck with G-Unit then you gon' f*ckin' blow
When you f*ck with Mobb Deep, then bring some f*ckin' hoes
'cause it's a gang of us and we ready to go
'cause after the party after the party we get so drunk
We forget all about the next day hun
[Verse 5: Havoc]
Get it teflon don, ak-filled
Get your mouth blown off like the hand that feeds you
Yeah little motherf*cker put the hammer in diesel
G-Unit, game over this is only a preview
n*ggas sh*ttin' on theyself gotta rock in the huggy
The coke in the pot rise to the top like dougy
Got chicks with a ass like Buffy, yes homie trust me
Plays f*ck me, kick 'em out when they try to get touchy
Qb/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle
Man your man is hot, you don't wanna get next to
Like 50's beef is mine and mine is his
See this serious, motherf*ckin ask them kids
n*ggas wild on the streets, scared to death to bid
Sell anything that stay from the bottles and cuffs, n*gga butt

[Verse 6: Billy Danze]
You about to witness an M. O. P thug out
And for you n*ggas hatin' listen to the sounds of the Unit kiss my ass with your tongue out, n*gga
f*ck a warden I ring bells like a doorman
So all you motherf*ckers take it easy like sunday mornin (Get 'em up!)
Put 'em up, wrap ya hand or knuckle up
Ground zero we never ran never will we f*ck 'em up
Dude you gonna get your ass banged f*ckin' with that homie Lloyd Banks
Wild gun style what the f*ck y'all think..
[Verse 7: Lloyd Banks]
n*ggas ain't got nuttin' on me (Uh-uh), aybody know that (Yeah)
n*ggas run up on a V, aybody gon' clap
And if he ain't what he say, n aybody gon' rat
You just rap, and catch your little body on waxs
I'ma Mack, I don't hang out with no lobby for rats (Nah)
They come swallow me back off Bacardi and Yack (Yeah)
I'm in the club with the snub 'cause the party's a trap
And a stray from the K'll take a part of ya hat
I'm gettin cake like you wouldn't believe but I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the p's (Hello)
Now n*ggas wan' talk all greasy (Why?)
Like they ain't used to open up for me in New York on TV (You know)
Skip all chatter, and walk off easy (Uh)
A milly'll make your body looker look all measly (See?)
Ya b*tch spotted me on the dolo and I'm low-low (Uh)
Damn near broke a monolo for a photo (Uh)
I ain't ridin' around with a Dodo that's a No-No (Uh)
Momma taught me better than that you go to go ho (Yea!)
Look at me now, a product of poverty (Yea!)
I can't wash it away I got it inside of me (Yea!)
The hoods fulla hurt, blood dollars and robbery (Yea!)
The critics owe me an apology and probably (Uh) (Geah!)
A sixteen away from the lottery (Uh huh) (You know)
Cause caked up is one of the things I gotta be (Gotta get mine)
I'm wrapped up in a dumb sh*t (Why?) cause n*gga got all kinds of beef they want you to come get (Uh)
I'm two-steppin' with my weapon, 'cause they don't check 'em (Uh) (Nah)
I know n*ggas from 'round there and they don't rec him (They don't know you)
All of them n*ggas was fans when I met 'em (Uh huh) just waitin' in the wind for n*ggas to come and get 'em (Geah)
On my next album, I'ma have some fun wit' 'em (Yea)
Spank 'em all around 'till everybody forget 'em
They envy, cause I got the hood in a frenzy
And I move (Uh) smooth (Uh) with the wood (Uh) in a Benzy (Yea!)
Blend in, n*ggas'll body you for a [?] (Uh huh)
Baby need food, baby momma need Fendi (Yeah!)
You know me, New York cap on
Batman whip that I got off a rap song (Uh)
On the van [?] with the weed and a strap on (Uh)
Teflon n a wife beater n black on, it's on!

[50 Cent Talking]
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
n*ggas got me mad, ya talk, ya n*ggas got me all f*cked up..
I'm finna kill few of you mother f*ckers man..
Know what I'm sayin'? Watch ya n*ggas say somethin' smart out ya mouth, boy
You better stop usin' ya mouth, before I help you not be able to use ya mouth Mother f*cker!