Dead a pus*y n*gga lyrics

[Chorus: Tony Yayo & (50 Cent)]
I dead a pus*y n*gga on some good word
I dead a pus*y n*gga on some good word
I dead a pus*y n*gga on some good word
(You a b*tch n*gga, we take your sh*t, n*gga)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Everything you a see n*gga got, we took it
The block, we took it, your spot, we took it
Every time you think a n*gga not lookin'
n*gga, I'm lookin', I send my n*ggas to book him
We'll dead a pus*y n*gga on the work
Go 'head, n*gga, get a little heart, get murked
b*tch, I be ridin' with the cobra on my lap loaded
Try the f*ck sh*t, a n*gga will snap and tote it

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Boy, don't get bodied, n*ggas dying over nothin'
Brand new Bent, f*ck around and break the trunk in
We gon' boguard, I got all my n*ggas chosen
And that little sh*t enough, we don't need a bigger motive
Got a to-do move the party with me more
Pullin' up, peelin' off like it's stolen
Two o's on the meter, ain't no tellin' where I'm goin'
'Cept full speed ahead, we'll be slowing down for no one'
[Interlude]
There's a material witness of an aggravated battery
Uh, with a handgun and, uh, they believe, uh
Looks like we have retaliation, uh--

[Chorus: Tony Yayo & (50 Cent)]
I dead a pus*y n*gga on some good word
I dead a pus*y n*gga on some good word
I dead a pus*y n*gga on some good word
(You a b*tch n*gga, we take your sh*t, n*gga)

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
Got work, that ain't even what I'm mad at
You a pus*y n*gga, you ain't 'posed to have that
Give me the dope and the dough
And your life, you could have that
I'll let my young n*ggas share that
Line yo' ass up like a fresh cut
Lot of n*ggas gon' pass if they test us
Open armed black funeral dressed up
Yayo in the cut with the TEC up

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
We get it poppin', my strap have 'em floppin' like LeBron
Teflon don, Rollie on my arm, South Side bomb
Spit the Gemstar out and your face gone
My rap lines is the bomb like napalm
Las Vegas in the Cosmo, bad blonde
As brolic Scarlett Johansson
f*ck her with my Maison Margielas on
Ten years in the game, runnin' marathons
Disloyal n*ggas got they Halloween mask on
Solo dolo in the Stingray, get my mash on
Hundred horses in the engine, rev the stallions
[Interlude]

[Verse 5: Young Buck]
Take the hit, I get paid first
I use the clip with the curb when the K burst
But I'ma pop this n*gga on some good work
A couple pills, lean and some good herb
I got a body on it, do anybody want it?
I'll take you right to the hood and get rid of this b*tch
Silencer on it, FBI most wanted
If I find out you snitchin', it'll really get you hit

[Chorus: Tony Yayo & (50 Cent)]
I dead a pus*y n*gga on some good word
I dead a pus*y n*gga on some good word
I dead a pus*y n*gga on some good word
(You a b*tch n*gga, we take your sh*t, n*gga)