50 Cent - Get On The Floor lyrics

[Verse 1: 50 Cent] If I ever go broke, I'ma kick in your door, waving the four Screaming "Get the f** on the floor, and gimme the raw!" Listen, k**ing rap n***as wasn't part of the plan It's the way these n***as talk man, they forcing my hand I'm the same over beats, as I am on the streets If I have to, I'll k** a motherf**er to eat I got gats, clips, chips, whips Bricks to flip, and a flow that's sick My rhyming time is precise like I'm doing the heist, I'm nice Get out of line and you'll get sacrificed like Christ Look at these fake playa n***as fronting like they macking Drop the "m" off of macking, then you have it they acting In Queens we got lil' n***as running around packing Not little guns, this sh** is bigger than Pun Let me find out you thinking about thumping with me The p**y club on your nine won't rump with me [Verse 2: Nature] Now that Martin Luther King know his time was short, being pro-black Turn the other cheek, n***a hold that It's gain my n***as respect, it's V-I-O- L-E-N-C-E is what I be when I see my foes It's automatic, anytime, anywhere, grizzly bears Shots going off, kids get scared I go from Queensbridge to park slow. Across the world Leaving trails of hoes that got they heart broke I puff the dark smoke, usually, mix it with greens, look what it do to me: Have me f**ed up before puberty If I had one wish and the sh**'ll come true A n***a live to be a hundred and two All I need is a two-pay, call it a new day Immigrant prostitutes like "papa how much you pay?" Got to lose weight, n***as say I'm way too big Bad habits, call a shop, and stay way too jigg, motherf**er