Guess Who`s Back?

* send corrections to the typist<br><br>[Intro: DJ scratching]<br>"Niggas bit off Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah<br>"Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep<br>"Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah<br>"Admit if, you bit it, bit it" - G. Dep<br>(Repeat)<br><br>[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]<br>You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide<br>Either way you go against me, you still gon die<br>I got four macs, a few nines, I`m ready for beef<br>You wanna talk, it ain`t about money, then let it be brief<br>I need a drop for when it`s a hot, a hummer for when it`s cold<br>An ill attorney`s in my corner when these fake niggas fold<br>The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me<br>And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary<br>Nastradamus predicted 50`s the future, that`s a fact money<br>I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money<br>I`m a tell ya`ll what Papi told me<br>I got what you need, 19,5 a key<br>I stay catching a stunt, frontin` in somethin` mean<br>And I`ll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream<br>Run up on them all with the same problem solver<br>Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock<br>Cause then we gonna run up in your spot<br>Screamin` get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro`<br>(Repeat)<br><br>[Verse 2 - Nature]<br>Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo<br>I`m like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain`t no beef<br>You`re staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three<br>Next to Ron Artest and Kobe<br>Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me<br>I`m like a black man`s asthma, seeking a pump<br>Breathin` deeper when I`m creeping up<br>Ya`ll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas<br>Ensevilitus, leavin` whole families in silence<br>My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends<br>Un cured, ain`t no vaccine<br>Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out<br>Or in the studio booth, blacking out<br>It`s Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit<br>Comin` back I`m rich kid<br>Either or, you can`t stop me with my feet in the door<br>Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga.<br><br>[Chorus - Last line cut off]<br><br>"Niggas bit off Nas" - Ghostface Killah<br>"Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep<br>"Tell these niggas somethin` God" - Ghostface Killah<br><br>[Verse 3 - Nas]<br>What, yo<br>I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars<br>Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I`m Magic Don Juan<br>From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong<br>We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack<br>Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me<br>Feds search the God, but nothin` they find on me<br>When I rap don`t wait to clap applaud sooner<br>Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you<br>Porsche maneuvers thru the city like New York sewers<br>Stinkin` up the air, Central Park, horse manure<br>Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions<br>22 inch dick when I`m pimpin`<br>Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin` like<br>You knowin` my arithmetic, but we don`t sound alike<br>50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us<br>You fake niggas imitate what I started, let`s go<br><br>[Intro - Once]<br><br>[Chorus]