50 Cent - Too Hot lyrics

[Repeat: x2] "n***as bit off Nas sh**" "Admit it, you bit it" "n***as bit off Nas sh**, n***as, n***as, bit off, Nas sh**" "Admit it, you bit it, bit it" You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide Either way you go against me, you still gon' die I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake n***as fold The sh** I kick f** with n***as mentally, makes them wanna mention me And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money I'm a tell y'all what papi told me I got what you need, 19,5 a key I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean And I'll clap any n***a for the right amount of cream Run up on them all with the same problem solver Beat up a**, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver What! [Chorus: x2] Project's too hot, n***as better hope we never hit rock 'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot Screamin' get the f** on the floor, give us the ro' Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo I'm like sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three Next to Ron Artest and Kobe Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them Phillies slow me I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up Y'all need to f** with the tightest, I stick n***as Encephalitis leavin' whole families in silence My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends Uncured, ain't no vaccine Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out Or in the studio booth, blacking out It's con-ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch sh** Comin' back I'm rich kid Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part, n***a. Project's too hot, n***as better hope we never hit rock 'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot "n***as bit off nas" "Admit it, you bit it" "Tell these n***as somethin', God" What, yo I disturb n***as and white boys, with five pointed stars Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm magic Don Juan From queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me Feds search the god, but nothin' they find on me When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner Unless you hate a n***a like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you Porsche maneuvers through the city like new york sewers Stinkin' up the air, central park, horse manure Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions 22 inch dick when I'm pimpin' Impotent you n***as get me sick, wanna be soundin' like You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike 50 cent with bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us You fake n***as imitate what I started, let's go "n***as bit off Nas sh**" "Admit it, you bit it" "n***as bit off Nas sh**, n***as, n***as, bit off, Nas sh**" "Admit it, you bit it, bit it" [Chorus]