DJ Whoo Kid - I'll Still k** lyrics

[Produced by DJ Khalil] [Hook: Akon] Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block I still will k** And I don't want to, n***a, but I will if I got to k**, if n***as get to f**ing around If n***as get to f**ing around [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Yeah, respect come from admiration and fear You can admire me or you could catch one in your wig You see the Testarosa, the toaster's right on my lap So if a n***a get out of line then n***a get clapped I got an arsenal, an infantry I'm built for this mentally That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do Front on me now, n***a, I'll be the end of you Forget your enemies and think of what your friends'll do I drop a bag off, then let a mag off The Heckler and Koch'll tear half of your a** off I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playing The hollow tips rain when I unleash the pain Get the message from the lines or get the message from the nine Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine Put my back on the wall, n***a, watch me go for mine I let 21 shots off at the same time, yeah [Hook] [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Yeah, where I'm from d**h is always in the air, homie Nana love me so you know she say my prayers for me I come creeping through the hood wearing Teflon Hit the corners, motherf**ers get left on n***as know, if not they better check my background Try and stick me I'll fill your back with mac rounds Ask Prim', n***a, 50 don't back down I kick it funky like fiends in the crack house Cross the line, boy, I'mma air ya a** out Screw your face at me I wanna know what that's 'bout n***a I know you ain't mad I done came up And if you are, f** you cause I ain't change up The O.G.'s wanna talk, but I don't know these n***as And I ain't did no business with 'em, I don't owe these n***as A minute of my time, I get it cause I grind All across the globe like the world's mine, yeh [Hook] [Verse 3: Akon] Now tell me have you ever looked off in the distance And seen the mac aiming at your head, mane? Before you know it life is flashing, reminiscing And your body is dripping and full of lead, mane I done been there, I done copped that It ain't never been a question, I'm bout that Don't go there, you get clapped at And if you plan to f** around and re-route that You'll never catch me riding around on these streets Without a couple metal pieces under my feet Fully automatic weapons unloaded will unleash Stash up under the carpet like a can of sea breeze 50 don't make me ride on these n***as Cause I will k**, dip and hide on these n***as 50 don't make me ride on these n***as Cause I be long gone like The Ripper so [Hook]