Roll Mr. Night, you know what you gotta do Anymore I ain't askin' you, go on out and do it tonight Come on Mr. Night, now I'm in the driver's seat Till
the ruler [Chorus] [Verse: 50 Cent] When I was young my M.O. was to go hail the Henny And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I cut ya new
fuck with us Aaw I'm the one Man I'm money, hoes, clothes and shows To do with your ho all wrapped in one I'm not done Man, I'm the shit after it's
P.O. I don't blaze up, Pee Wee fire the haze up They praise us 'cause old heads recognize the G in him Black Card, No Limit like P. and them Ain't nobody
, like porno-flicks do chicks The 666 cut W.I.C. like Newt Gingrich sucks dicks Meanwhile, the government brings Star Wars From glocks to glockers C.O.P
Double-crossed by the law, so there's nobody to run to, yeah It's just me and my sawed-off shotgun Outlaw call him Leather Face, I'm headed for the
P-U-M-P Lay, bring the G-A-G-E 'Cause there's this gang all down the way We gotta put 'em in check 'Cause that O.G. was talkin' shit I'm gonna blow his
I can't escape the fuckin' front page So I guess that nigga D is up to hit again I kicks the funky shit and coke and stupid like I'm Gilligan I'm P,
click You get charged wit incense to kick that bullshhh Welcome to the ledge of this whole shhh Chorus [Havoc] Yo, we the men for the operation You know the M-O
rest of my life Ah I'm right, never wrong, I'm nice, I'm cool and tight Straight tryin to set the bar so you never can say I'm alright Eyyy Lil Twist
are so dope") Ayy, haha, I know ("You are so dope") New Boyz You are so do.. you are-you are so dope {*4X*} [Verse One: Legacy] I must be, D-O-P-E by
Tony, in them purple O's Indoor overload, drive like I own the roads These n****z is p*** that's why my shoulders cold M by the toted bow, I'm ridin'
ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P. I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P My dress code is all black when I'm makin' the moves Similar to the new
wall with a mic and I'm loc'n, shit You might find termites in the chokin' [unverified], yes D.O., my wood grain say, "Fuck P.O." (Okay) And I'll prove
is buttah The roughneck, green-eyed, funkdafied For those girls who cry my style's worldwide (word em up) I get Just-Ice, whenever I Bust This Even P
don't me go back And clap, clap at yo do' Matt like nigga hold that There's no feelings I'm feelin' 'cause when I'm feelin' I'm killin' the Motherfucker
in court, yeah, keeps ya cool That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest And I don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest My bullets thump when I'm
-five On the them ol' fire ass Mercedes Rolls That don't never come 'round no mo' that shit right dere Country-ass Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin' around wit G O