50 Cent - I'll Whip Ya Head Boy feat. Young Buck | Текст песни

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• 50 Cent
• I'll Whip Ya Head Boy feat. Young Buck

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent Verse]
2 niggaz in the front, 2 niggaz in the back
Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
Then i start thinkin', i should rob all these niggaz
Man my homies then wan' do whateva i wan' do
I say i wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat to
Lets ride around find a nigga stuntin' on front street
With the shine's on niggaz be lookin' like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who i iz
I got a full clip and niggaz know i get biz

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent Verse]
I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a movie
Come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school
Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the llama to get this kick
There is the coke, the cash, the combo and the safe
But she don't know it, damn, ok go away
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home
You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you
When i'm not in the jam, i write in my hand

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