50 Cent feat. Nas Too Hot Lyrics

Intro: DJ scratching]
"n____s bit off Nas s___" - [Ghostface Killah]
"Admit it, you bit it" - [G. Dep]
"n____s bit off Nas s___, n____s, n____s, bit off, Nas s___" - [Ghostface Killah]
"Admit if, you bit it, bit it" - [G. Dep]
[Repeat]

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
Either way you go against me, you still gon die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake n____s fold
The s___ I kick f___ with n____s mentally, makes them wanna mention me
And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money
I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me
I got what you need, 19,5 a key
I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
And I'll clap any n____ for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all with the same problem solver
Beat up a__, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!

[Chorus]
Projects too hot, n____s better hope we never hit rock
Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the f___ on the floor, give us the Ro'
[Repeat]

[Verse 2 - Nature]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
Ya'll need to f___ with the tightest, I stick n____s
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in silence
My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, ain't no vaccine
Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, blacking out
It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch s___
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part n____.

[Chorus - Last line cut off]

"n____s bit off Nas" - Ghostface Killah
"Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep
"Tell these n____s somethin' God" - Ghostface Killah

[Verse 3 - Nas]
What, yo
I disturb n____s and white boys, with five pointed stars
Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a n____ like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
Porsche maneuvers thru the city like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch d___ when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you n____s get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake n____s imitate what I started, let's go

[Intro - Once]

[Chorus]