DJ Whoo Kid - Motherf**in Star lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent & DJ Whoo Kid] Broke a** mothaf**er (laugh) (Whooo!) [Verse: Lloyd Banks] Motherf**er, take a look at the kid Now take a look at the crib No - take a look at the car I'm a motherf**in' star It's kinda hard for me to practice, cause n***as ain't up to par And my paper stretch longer than Abdul-Jabbar I got a hit with a nina and the grib of a lobster Bulletproof screen, and I'll gun a man with a chopper Play me, you musta had a frying pan full of vodka I rode a bike; now I land in a chopper You should keep your man down if you got love for him Before you see his a** flying off the roof like Nutso in Above the Rim The kid is out for the gusto and I love to win Driving the industry nutso; I'm a rub it in You page me if I have a trial; every kid is spoiled You smell that n***a? I just sh** it on you My path's cluttered, so the gun goes with me And the bullets are the size of Mutumbo's pinky And they automatic which means it'll unload quickly I hit these n***as with a drumroll 50 They make another song (go ahead) Get a b**h pregnant; wrong I don't even trust myself I walk into the hotel with the rubber on Then I'm gone Designers think I'm funny style cause I ain't selling nobody else sh** I wear my own The industry's phony - some mutherf**ing rap homie Gimme a cheque, a couple mil', and jet See heavy smoking is a thing I do That's why my weed supply can fill up the pouch on a kangaroo We in the club with the daggers and the razors too I'm cool as ice water; my earrings are laser blue You should cop a new vest Cause if I got a tattoo for every n***a that past, there won't be room left And I'll be damned if I spend my afternoon stressed When my s** partner is 5'9'' with balloon breasts Ghostwritin' is a hobby kid So if a n***a sh** sound like I wrote it, I probably did (you know who you are) And it ain't hard to tell you flopped on your last tour Cause your dressing room is the size of my bathroom If I'm at the dealer, I ain't browsing; I'm buyin' (uh-huh) These rappers can't spend a hundred-thousand; they lyin' Damn-near sold a hundred-thousand; you crying I'll tell you what Here's a Tec - shoot yo'self in the neck (BOW!) [Outro] Yeah It's Lloyd Banks, n***a G-Unit Yayo Come on, n***a... [Ja Fool] ...which is crazy [Louis Farrakhan] At some point, I heard that someone robbed you of some of your j**elry [Ja Fool] That's a false story. That's a...that's a story he made up [50 Cent] (laugh)