50 Cent is the Future

* send corrections to the typist<br><br>[Bun B]<br>Everytime I`m in the kitchen, you in the kitchen<br>Let me finish this brick, `fore you put that fish in<br>Listen, I know we just came from fishin`<br>But I`m on a mission, you see, there`s money that I`m missin`<br>I got `em posted, so the move and I`m gonna murder ya`ll<br>You and all the trouble goin` through by servin` ya`ll<br>And only cause my man heard of ya`ll<br>Other than that, shit, ya`ll won`t get served at all<br><br>[Tony Yayo]<br>I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp<br>I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks<br>And yo my neck upgraded (uh huh), my wrist`s upgraded<br>I stay C of F, I ain`t got time for Jacob<br>I`m still on the strip, tryin` to get my grims off<br>Nigga tryin` to flip and its a Mexican stand off<br>I`ll put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil<br>Dressed in all black, lookin` for souls to steal<br><br>[Chorus] - 2X<br>Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine<br>Little bit of dro, little bit of heroine<br>A little bit of ecstacy<br>That`s why your bitch want to be next to me<br>We sell a little bit a everything<br><br>[Pimp C]<br>I put the two mags, up to your do-rag<br>And rock a by baby<br>I`m in the blue Jag, with new tags<br>In case you wanna chase<br>I never knew that, the impact<br>Comin` up out a desert eagle`ll<br>Make a nigga wooble and we be screamin` call my people<br>We got these fiends goin` liters, and they shootin` needles<br>We could be takin` your connection, cause we got it cheaper<br>Shit I ain`t new to this, I met this air stewardess<br>Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, niggas<br><br>[Lloyd Banks]<br>Ya if I put a dress code all black, non-Howells and a laser<br>And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor<br>Your hollerin` for praise ya<br>Catch me in the hood with a model named Taysha<br>And the swallow game major<br>These cowards ain`t gangsta<br>They tellin` you lies, by sellin` you dreams<br>And they ain`t fill ins, they fiends<br>Plus they rat, and it`s too hot to chill in the sun<br>My pops 39 years old, and still on the run<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Too $hort]<br>Order what you want, you want dope, you want coke<br>Order what you want, you want X, you want dro<br>Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a 4<br>You feelin` hot and moist, I even get you a ho<br>If you don`t got no whip, I get you a car<br>If you don`t got no skills, I get your some more<br>My nigga we don`t cut it, we serve it raw<br>Got anythin` you want, play us off a hard<br><br>[50 Cent]<br>My 22`s bling, so niggaz scheme<br>745 I clean, these lil` shell nigga<br>Fuck a triple beam, coffee pot to cook coke<br>Joe to smoke, I was born to loc<br>Method cut the coke, 50 no joke<br>I ain`t "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don`t give a fuck<br>Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duck<br>With a P-90 Roger, I put shots all through ya<br>If you survive you gonna feel what talent, do to ya<br><br>[Chorus]