fitty cent -- you're great, i mean that for real
great at wearing diamonds and gettin' record deals
great at getting ho's to show 'em their boobies
and getting shit roles in shittier movies
maybe i'm old-fashioned like a horse-and-buggy
i think it's more about rhymin' than lookin' all thuggy
i don't wear no bling, 'cept my silver tongue
and i'll chop you up like egg foo yung
you be writin' lame rhymes, making fun of my mom
where'd you get that shit from, huh? rhymezone-dot-com?
you best start to scatter when they spin my platter
i'll squeeze you out like fecal matter'
throw 'em up to get down
get 'em up to throw down
This is the Beginning of a rap fued
This is the beginning of Rap
Last time we rocked on fifty cent records Then some damn punk had to be a label wrecker He took our name and made it big Now he aint shit but a bitch to the pigs Yeah y'all heard me that's what I said If I see fifty cent, I'm'a punch him in the head He aint got shit on Kohlz & meHe aint got the balls to step you see? I'm calling you out, mr. half a dollar Think you're so tough, give me a holler. Only time will tell if he's gonna make a move Until then, just enjoy the groove.
(Refrain)