50 Cent - Run up on me

This is the Unit bitch

[50 Cent]
N-gga this is ground hog day
Back to buying coke
I’m ill, no Doc, no diagnosis
No cure, I smell fear


[Verse 1]
N-gga my eyes don’t cry, my heart so cold
Lets play, lets make a deal n-gga, sell me your soul
Got a fetish for the guns, Calico drums
Rap Meyer Lansky steady counting my ones
Death dealer, Heron, meth dealer
Top biller, point blank, I’m that n-gga
Barrell smokin’, fiend smokin’, rims cokin’
Out on that 550 Benz, bitch is open
Inhale, exhale, feel a different high
Andrew McQueen shirt and jeans, this a different fly
Presidential time, n-gga watch the Rolie shine
No need for pens and paper, this here, whats on my mind


[Chorus]
I know she wants a playboy
I don’t think you should f-ck with me
I’m shooting right away boy
Find out when you run up on me
I’m riding with that K boy
I put that on my dead homies
I spray it right away boy
Fiund out when you run up on me


[Verse 2]
When n-ggas shot me, I must have bled out my conscience
Go ‘head play boy, I bang that thing at you like ronson
I feel for you n-ggas I’m back now
I told you n-ggas ’03 I don’t back down
Me still a rookie, nah, I’m more like veteran
I bet ya our part is full of n-ggas I’m better than
Magician I make rounds turn to cash, kush turn in to ash
Heads turn into ass, my bum n-gga the class
Thats me in a nutshell, run tell I did it
Interrogation hours go on, I wont admit it
Got cash coming out of my ass, I’m so compelling
These n-ggas act hard till you hit ‘em, they start tellin’


[Chorus]
I know she wants a playboy
I don’t think you should f-ck with me
I’m shooting right away boy
Find out when you run up on me
I’m riding with that K boy
I put that on my dead homies
I spray it right away boy
Fiund out when you run up on me