50 Cent - So Disrespectful lyrics

50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]

[50 Cent - So Disrespectful lyrics]

I'm so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
I'm so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful

Your daddy fucked your momma
Then fucked your sister
Then climbed in your bed
Playing with your shitter go 'head
Take your belt off and hang yourself
Matter of fact
Grab your strap and bang yourself
Jay's a big man, he's too big to respond
I'm a big dick, you know
The one everybody on
You 'gon make me sing ''Murder Was the Case''
Bullets ricochet, ping ping
Shoot the star off your face
I'm international, I'm never home, mane
I've been gone so long my accent changed
You better watch who you fuck with, mate
Or you gon' make me carve
Your ass up now straight
Come on, Game, you will never be my equal
Your homies shoot doors
My niggas shoot people
See, me, I'm what you never gon' be
I'm in that tax bracket you never gon' see

When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
See, I get so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
See, I get so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful

That nigga Buck like Gator
Tell momma he done smoked the TV
I ain't know he fucked with more dope than BG
Plus a nigga sipped more syrup than Pimp C
Man, keeping these motherfuckers
Rich ain't easy
Especially when a nigga wanna
Stunt like Jeezy
And his CDs didn't sell like his CDs
Man, that nigga blew all of
His chips on them breezies
Mad 'cause the world won't
Treat him like Weezy
Look, I don't give a fuck, nigga
Please believe me
No nigga in no vocal booth around can see me
It's crazy how I make this
Shit look oh so easy
They say, "50, nah, don't fuck with him
He oh so greasy
Yeah, he used to share that paper
Now he oh so greedy"
It's funny how they shit on me 'cause them
They need me see, me, I'm number one
I'm loading up my gun
I catch you and you done, you pussy, nigga
Run

When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
See, I get so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
See, I get so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful

They say first comes love
Then comes marriage
Instead, I got Shaniqua in a baby carriage
Then came the cash, then the baby mama drama
I gave that bitch a half a mill'
She blew it on Prada
I remember when I met the bitch
And she ain't have nada
Got my son on some fly shit
Now I gotta buy shit
Man, I can't even flaunt shit
'cause everybody want shit
Everybody mad, damn, even my dad
And I don't even know him
Now how the fuck I owe him?
I ain't giving nobody shit, I'ma show them
I gave Game hit's, he told me to suck dick
Start screaming "Westside" and Dre
Ain't say shit
Now we just eat off him and when I talk to Em
A smile comes on his face
He told me "Here's the case"
Enemies stay enemies but friends they change
Niggas go crazy over money, my mane

When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
See, I get so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
See, I get so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful

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