Curtis Jackson - Ill Whip Your Head Boy | Текст песни

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• Curtis Jackson
• Ill Whip Your Head Boy

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, your cap could get 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, your cap could get 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

That's 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 whatever 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, your cap could get 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, your cap could get 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 move

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 cake

Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe

But she don't know it, damn, OK we'll wait

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

That the nine will jam right in my hand

[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, your cap could get 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, your cap could get pealed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[Young Buck Verse]

I got, it's homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down

Niggaz be gettin' killed everytime you come around

We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground

She askin' God, what my baby dunn did now?

I'm takin' everything, jewellery I want it all

Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall

Fuck waitin' we can startin' waitin' on tomorrow

So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow

I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star

I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar

The mack I have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk

And I'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault

March nigga step, right nigga left

G-Unit soldier I'm thuggin' till my death

[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, your cap could get pealed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

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