DJ Whoo Kid - Misdemeanor lyrics

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DJ Whoo Kid - Misdemeanor lyrics

[Verse 1: 50 Cent] From NY to Compton real respect real One hand on the wheel, one hand on the steel Roll that, pa** that, co*k that, blast that Flip that, flash that, I'm always where the cash at That's why I'm in a n***a crib screaming where the stash at n***a come up with the chips and get hit This is that beretta bounce, that full clip sound That six shot revolver dance, now spin around Anyday gunplay, friday, monday Strawberry sunday 'll light up your Hyundai Your hoopty hit up, you ain't dead get up n***a, one to the git-ut, 'll hurt more than your sit ups It's nasty it's foul right, this is what my style like Bang Bang, G-Unit's the gang, man I reload and unload, I explode On the track I'm more addicting than crack, better yet to smack I'll take you higher and higher 50 is fire, word to Maniyah This is just the beginning, I'm not done winning Pray the lord keep me from sinning, the sh** that I been in Got me ready to squeeze and breeze, f** the d's n***as spit bars, but they not like these This is that porsche carrera Ferrari F-50 flow The type sh** that bring flocks of hoes Can you feel it, I make you feel it I'll have the hood in a frenzie on some real sh** You rocking with the don dada, the blood clot charters Follow orders, they treat me like I walk on water I'm the tapdance king when I come to the bricks I get to steppin in the name of love and sh** Trust me, this is not what they expected The kid back around to wreck sh** n***as reline em, the wolves 'll find em, the j**els 'll blind em The unit be shining like no other motherf**er [50 Cent Outro] It's dirty Ya know we couldn't find an instrumental, so we still had to do What we had to do, you know It's 50 n***a, ya supposed to like it if i say you supposed to Like it Yayo, it's filthy round here man, it smells like prostitution HAHAHA, I'ts going down man all my block n***as, my far rock n***as My Southside n***as, Supton, Linden, Bazeley, 40 projects Every projects You know how we do it man HAHAHA, there's nobody better, n***as know that Come on man, I rap 'til the motherf**in' beat gone man n***as is smoking if they think they can f** with me