50 Cent - Street King Energy lyrics

[Intro] [Girl singing] You, I love you so much I can't deny how much I love you, yeah [50 Cent] Alright, alright, that's enough n***as ain't gonna hear that sh** [Verse 1] n***a this is simple, not complicated I-I-I can't be faded I'm starting to think I made it Get out of line, out line, line, out line You act like you got a vagina, you p**y n***a Front on me, I'll find, find, I'll find ya There's no running from me Picture me in my darkest hour I would rather be marked for d**h than mark the coward Like the blood in your veins You f** around I make you bang yourself like Cobain Turn around disappear, thin air like David Blaine I'm higher than Jevolter he's flying a plane No evaluation necessary, I'm insane The barrow that llama, hot, yeah like a sauna Bricks in the door panel causing to fare Osama Time for a tale of shoes, you fare damo Don Corleone, let's talk mano-a-mano I'm crashing the train, they call me the piano man I move the keys f** a piano, man I'm sort of like a one man band with a trumpet Beef I let it blow, I hop a fence and dump it n***as be talking all that jazz When they get down to the get down they ask That base so deep, my heart so cold I let you hear that street sweeper drum line row [Hook] Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a n***a on his back You lose, cause I got the ill street blues You lose, I'll see you on the 6 o'clock news Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a n***a on his back You lose, cause I got the ill street blues You lose, I'll see you on the 6 o'clock news [Verse 2] This vintage 50 call it my tommy gun bounce Say the wrong sh** out your mouth I'll A your a** out One line, one bar, I'll be on you so fast My night work like I'm fresh out Alcatraz I don't wanna play so I don't play fair You know it's not polite to stare at my cartiere Yeah, I'm enjoying the fruits of my labor Coke boy, the dope boy, now a n***a major I used to cut crack on my grandmama China And cook coke think I'm the chef from Elle's Diner Smoke it, I could smoke a kush through the jar When I'm tripping, I might put a clip through your car They say I'm sick, then tell me how I made it this far I love war, in fact, I'm the commander I want you to open the box of pandor' I'll destroy you and everything you stand for [Hook] [Outro] Yeah, I'm a South-side n***a to the bone And when my n***as ain't around, I do it on my own Check my track record n***a, haha, 50 yeah That's cool for starters, but we gotta get to the sh** Wait till y'all hear the sh**