little somethin' somethin' [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You screamin' ya gun jam Nigga your gun ain't jam They let off ya bitch ass ran You screamin' ya gun jam
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Please drop the gun Drop it
And I'm up and I don't know why But I guess that's all that counts Looking 'round as I'm holding my head And I'm in somebody's house The sun hits me
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers Wonder Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent Made 30 offa Def Jam
sick with the flow, stick a dick in ya hoe Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam Slick
T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A To places close to home,far away L.A.,New York,Detroit,Miami If I see a girl and like her then I let her see my.... Jam rockin's
and MC's are gettin' buck wild But I ain't a nigga That's gonna get left with a big zero as a figure I'm gonna end up with a big sum 'Cause if you don't like one jam
bring the Ice to you And close friends to me, yeah, Public Enemy These stations have high intellect They don't pretend to be, too bourgeois to rock a jam
broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass High-signin' was his trademark and he did it with class Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam
on a nigga sometimes just to break ill Knuckle up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, why? Cause if I pull my gun, you
' your shit back Ya nah threat me oh you wanna try nani? Beer gun shot, I need a punani dani Woof, yagga ya suck ya mouf Pussy what big gun inna ya mouf
, real recognize real Still laughing to the bank and shit Back to Cor, got him a deal but his rhymes was whack Def Jam now that he signed a contract
the bleeding 2-4 to base over, are you receiving? Remember rap tracks in '87 Scott-La-Rocks up in Hip-Hop heaven Biggie and Tupac R.I.P. Even Jam Master