50 Cent, Schoolboy Q - Can I Speak To You lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[50 Cent, Schoolboy Q - Can I Speak To You lyrics]
Summer heat, hot, murder plots
Niggas getting shot
Chrome rims for sixes, one wheel, one GSX-R
Throw it up, one hand
Wave back at the bitches
I'm silent, right before I snap I'm violent
I call myself the tussle
I'm the boss and the muscle
Boy I feed your ass brass knuckles
A nigga come creeping through the
Fog, if you scared, get a dog
Get a male
Because a bitch'll get you both in the morgue
Now peep the punchlines I'm punching
These are knockout flows i'm cyber pimping
I'm so new wave I got sci-fi hoes
This is next level mack shit
That's why my money stack quick
12 V's V12 half of them triple black bitch
Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy envy, me
Your blinds blurring your vision
See I'm where I'm supposed to be
On top of the underground, still gritty
Still running cities, Still Em
Dre and Fiddy, fuck with me
I'm an usual suspect when it's a hit
Turn up the volume and hear my voice
Yeah it's the shit
Pardon me please, can I speak to you
Feel this is something, I'm compelled to do
Pardon me please, can I speak to you
Feel this is something, I'm compelled to do
Pistols and bad bitcHes
Hustlers and bad business
Rapping was just a Hobby
THat Hobby turned to a million
Had tHat oxy for sale
You can get it 50 a pill
Sniff it or let it grill
Rap tHe foil you know tHe drill
Money, power, and drugs
My only reason to love
Never played cops and robbers
Nigga we played Crips and Bloods
Like to tHe pimps saying wHo the
Sluts? 211 on Hookers purses
Another double up purcHase
Slanging a Hundred meters from cHurcHes
God forgive me, but tHe steal was wortH it
Man I swear I needed some cHange
CHains and golden rings and tHangs
Niggas watcH videos and tHink tHem dudes
Went from rags to Hardest
For real locs know tHat type of
SHit makes you a target
EitHer tHe pigs or I'mma get
You wHile you playing boy
Hunt you like an animal
Strapped witH a beam tHat's adderall
50 told me ambition wins wHen
Your talent ain't working
I say I'd rather relapse tHan reenact
Curtis and put tHat work in
Floss if you want to I've
Seen your Home broke nigga
It ain't a secret I get money
You's a joke nigga
Make wHat you make in like 2 years
Less tHan a montH nigga
Figg Side to SoutHside but we up nigga
Niggas getting shot
Chrome rims for sixes, one wheel, one GSX-R
Throw it up, one hand
Wave back at the bitches
I'm silent, right before I snap I'm violent
I call myself the tussle
I'm the boss and the muscle
Boy I feed your ass brass knuckles
A nigga come creeping through the
Fog, if you scared, get a dog
Get a male
Because a bitch'll get you both in the morgue
Now peep the punchlines I'm punching
These are knockout flows i'm cyber pimping
I'm so new wave I got sci-fi hoes
This is next level mack shit
That's why my money stack quick
12 V's V12 half of them triple black bitch
Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy envy, me
Your blinds blurring your vision
See I'm where I'm supposed to be
On top of the underground, still gritty
Still running cities, Still Em
Dre and Fiddy, fuck with me
I'm an usual suspect when it's a hit
Turn up the volume and hear my voice
Yeah it's the shit
Pardon me please, can I speak to you
Feel this is something, I'm compelled to do
Pardon me please, can I speak to you
Feel this is something, I'm compelled to do
Pistols and bad bitcHes
Hustlers and bad business
Rapping was just a Hobby
THat Hobby turned to a million
Had tHat oxy for sale
You can get it 50 a pill
Sniff it or let it grill
Rap tHe foil you know tHe drill
Money, power, and drugs
My only reason to love
Never played cops and robbers
Nigga we played Crips and Bloods
Like to tHe pimps saying wHo the
Sluts? 211 on Hookers purses
Another double up purcHase
Slanging a Hundred meters from cHurcHes
God forgive me, but tHe steal was wortH it
Man I swear I needed some cHange
CHains and golden rings and tHangs
Niggas watcH videos and tHink tHem dudes
Went from rags to Hardest
For real locs know tHat type of
SHit makes you a target
EitHer tHe pigs or I'mma get
You wHile you playing boy
Hunt you like an animal
Strapped witH a beam tHat's adderall
50 told me ambition wins wHen
Your talent ain't working
I say I'd rather relapse tHan reenact
Curtis and put tHat work in
Floss if you want to I've
Seen your Home broke nigga
It ain't a secret I get money
You's a joke nigga
Make wHat you make in like 2 years
Less tHan a montH nigga
Figg Side to SoutHside but we up nigga