So Ill lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Intro: Prodigy]
Yo, Hav, come here
Tell 50 to come here, listen to this sh*t
Aight, aight
Yeah... yeah
A lil story...
About a bum ass n*gga
That became the world's richest bum ass n*gga
Hahahaha, woo!
Word up
f*ck all you n*ggas
Ayo

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Man, I been f*cked up for so long and now I'm rich
All the other broke n*ggas that I used to f*ck with
Got that look in their eyes, got that scheme on their face
When I pop up around the way, like sh*t changed
Look here, don't make me put your brains on display
You n*ggas never really gave a f*ck about P
Now it's all about me and why I don't break bread
Where do he sleep and how can we break in
Is he in his Jeep or maybe it's the Porsche
Naw, let's catch him in the V and tear the n*gga all up
No, I don't think so
I'm all in my mirrors and out my windows
I get up out the car with the Desert Eagle
Shorty don't like me, said I got an ego
So she tell n*ggas they should stick me
Gassing n*ggas up to make history
So, they take the jux so they can make the books
But I bang the heat when they came for me
[Hook: Prodigy]
n*ggas think they so ill
'Til you make a little blood spill
Now you punk-ass n*ggas know
f*cks with me, it's a must you bleed
n*ggas think they so ill
'Til you make a little blood spill
Now you punk-ass n*ggas know
f*cks with me, it's a must you bleed

[Verse 2: Havoc]
Catch me New York cruising, sticking and moving
Smoking that sour diesel on point every time that I blew it
Now scheming on me is foolish, don't think about it, just do it
I put you through it like that hurricane that ran through Houston
You ain't shooting, you ain't scaring nothing, y'all just flukes
Rob a n*gga, strip his ass down to the birthday suit
I never pick grapes, but I cut me a bunch
I'm that n*gga in the club watching your ass get duffed
n*ggas want to hang up once they find they got war with us
And they baby mama sl*tting out there on tour with us
Pass it to the homie once a n*gga get bored with her
Almost couldn't nut because your ass keep calling
And dude fronting, come on, baby, you ain't got them guns
All you got is that rusty ass revolver, son
And you can't fool me, I know they borrowed, n*gga
n*ggas think that they ill but the Mobb is iller
[Hook: Prodigy]
n*ggas think they so ill
'Til you make a little blood spill
Now you punk-ass n*ggas know
f*cks with me, it's a must you bleed
n*ggas think they so ill
'Til you make a little blood spill
Now you punk-ass n*ggas know
f*cks with me, it's a must you bleed
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