50 Cent, Kidd Kidd - OJ lyrics

Put on my OJ gloves and
Watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go
Back from doing some different shit
I'm pullin' off a OJ, off-off a OJ
I'm pullin' off a OJ
I'm killin' these bitches

I'm smoking up my lungs
This liquor drowning my liver
I'm now using these prescriptions
These pancakes now full of syrup
Mayweather all contenders
I eat each rappers for dinner
Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer
Master Splinter
Sound like my phone is bugged
Give a nigga the jitters
I don't give a fuck
Tell the pigs to kiss my shitter
Yeah, I'm kind of thinner but Goddamn
You're jeans are slimmer
I don't want you 'round my children
You look like a sex offender
Planet of the Apes, I'm a G-Unit gorilla
All these rappers claim they killas
Prolly sue you when you hit 'em
See I'm not what you used
To, I ain't soo-woo, i ain't crippin'
I'm a Rider Gang nigga
We gon' get it where we fit it

Put on my OJ gloves and
Watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go
Back from doing some different shit
I'm pullin' off a OJ, off-off a OJ
I'm pullin' off a OJ
I'm killin' these bitches

Got a new bitch that's so bad, yeah
She don't know what she doin'
And her ass so round and
Fat, when she touch me, i'm like boooing!
I want head and I want tails
So I don't wanna flip a coin
I don't kiss it, I don't tell
So her close friend she can join
They don't call me from the pens
That's to see how things are goin'
So the money, it still flowing
Get a Rider Gang, it's still glowin'
And my neck and my wrist and
My ears and my fist
Got diamonds all over shit glowin'
And the Lambo ain't got no top
It ain't summer yet but it's hot
You gon' lose the speech when you hit the
Streets and you see the bitches I got
You better believe it's real from
The Philippines to Brazil
Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet her
People can give it to you pure
100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup

Put on my OJ gloves and
Watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go
Back from doing some different shit
I'm pullin' off a OJ, off-off a OJ
I'm pullin' off a OJ
I'm killin' these bitches

MJG, bitch I got them 8 balls
4 door garage, bitch, I need 8 cars
They want me locked up
They singin' like Akon
Or shot up like a dope head arm
Bitch my life right and you niggas dead wrong
I would take your head on
So you can see me head on
I'm gettin' my air blown
You know what her head on
She got my head gone, shit
I'm 'bout to head home
Pimp zone, that's my destination
Still street, never handed in my resignation
Ding dong, I'm at your doorbell waiting
Who tryna get served, I'm 'bout
To do some catering, huh!

Put on my OJ gloves and
Watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go
Back from doing some different shit
I'm pullin' off a OJ, off-off a OJ
I'm pullin' off a OJ
I'm killin' these bitches