I'll Whip Ya Head Boy

[Hook: 50 Cent] I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steel I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get peeled I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steel I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get peeled I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed [Verse 1: 50 Cent] 2 niggas in the front, 2 niggas in the back Thats 4 niggas ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac The voice in my head say fuck all these niggas Then I start thinkin', I should rob all these niggas Man my homies then wan' do whatever I wan' do I say I wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat to Lets ride around find a nigga stuntin' on front street With the shine's on niggas be lookin' like lunch meat I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more Fuck a ski mask, man niggas know who I iz I got a full clip and niggas know I get biz [Hook: 50 Cent] I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a move Come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma I hit her with the llama to get this cake Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe But she don't know it, damn, OK we'll wait I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you That the nine will jam right in my hand [Hook: 50 Cent] [Verse 3: Young Buck] I got, its homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down Niggas be gettin' killed everytime you come around We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground She askin' God, what my baby dunn did now? I'm takin' everything, jewellery I want it all Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall Fuck waitin' we can startin' waitin' on tomorrow So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar The mack I have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk And I'mma be on CNN again it ain't my fault March nigga step, right nigga left G-Unit soldier I'm thuggin' till my death [Hook: 50 Cent] (M.O.P.) [Verse 4: Billy Danze] WOO!!! From the midst of the dark barkin it's Bill Gates From the behind the bodega with two eights I mean, with intentions of settin yo' ass straight I mean, yo' ass leakin, bleedin reachin for faith I mean, you barely breathin, with your soft survivin ass What happen to your hood vibe with your good ridin ass What happen to the gangsta that you see on TV (It was expected!!!) That's cause it was projected in 3D (Come on!!!) And you don't wanna see, me comin lettin that Mac spit (BONG!!!!) Send a nigga to a semi back flip (BONG!!!!) Saratoga Ave nigga act sick (BONG!!!!) M.O.P. doin this rugged rap shit [Hook: 50 Cent] (M.O.P.) [Verse 5: Young Buck] Ooooh! I got his homies screamin "Buck you need to calm down" Niggas be gettin killed everytime you come around (Yeah!) We ran up in his crib, made his momma kiss the ground She askin God "What my baby done did now?" I'm taking everything, jewelry, I want it all Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall (Give me that nigga!) Fuck waitin, we gon' start waitin on tomorrow (Huh!) So ask satan if he got a car that I can borrow I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star Jack him for his chain and I can get a new jaguar (Whoa!) The mac'll have his brains all over the fuckin sidewalk And I'mma be on CNN again, it ain't my fault March nigga step! (Step!) Right nigga left! (Left!) G-Unit soldier, I'm thuggin to my death motherfucker! [Hook: 50 Cent] (M.O.P) Wit the back of the steel....