So Hot (50 Cent Diss) lyrics

[Intro: Ja Rule]
Motherf*ckin' blunt
Just came off tour ya know I mean
Ain't been in the booth in a minute let's get this motherf*ckin' thing together
Ah
Ha ha ha
3000 what's happenin' my n*gga
Eh ha-ha
Ok
Inc., Mpire
Ha, cha y'all n*ggas know about that sh*t huh
Ha ha, I'm startin' to see the paint crack
I'm startin' to see the paint crack
n*ggas is f*ckin' cowards
The murder...I.N.C., ha
We f*ck with these hoes man
You know, ha

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
b*tch I shine like diamonds from Sierra Leone
Excuse me not diamonds but diamondes
And Kanye had me thinking 'bout wearing them diamonds at all
Till I thought again that a ho's best friend
And when I get the sippin on Hypnotic and Hen
I can get the touchin on your closes friends
Plus we do that other touchin leave no witnesses
Touchy touch
I guess that's how us gangsters is
And I'm bout to tell your b*tches how a ho should live
Get a n*gga hold him down even through his bid
Cause I put this on my momma and my 3 born kids
I'ma get this chicken and flip it as long as I live
And if there's beef on the menu I'll cook it at 50 degrees
Shall I continue?
You hot? I'll put you on freeze
You know who I'm talkin' to mister Five-O (Snitch, snitch)
You know where they go when them n*ggas need info (Ha ha)
Over and out, 10-4, I'll buck at you later (You know)
The streets know but I don't want them to call me a hater
Cause I've got guap just like you but I don't get shot like you do, you b*tch n*gga
Back to the (Haha) pick of the litter, here kitty kitty, I get so much pus*y I should run the city so come on and f*ck with me (Come on)
Get drunk get high (Come on)
It's Loki introducing (Come on) The Inc., Mpire, let's go
[Chorus: Ja Rule & [?]]
These n*ggas don't really want it, I'm
In the club b*tches all up on us like
(You so hot, you so hot, you so hot, you so hot)
But these b*tches don't really want me, no
They just want to be around a n*gga, coz
(You so hot, you so hot, you so hot, you so hot)

[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
n*ggas I know you all f*ckin with ah ah the what
Inc., Mpire, get down or get tied up and pardon for my delay
n*gga been tied up f*ckin on America top models
Like Tyra but don't get it f*cked up a n*gga still roll up
Mossburg pumped up and show a n*gga tough love
Maybe that b*tch Mýa ya got the best of
But not me n*ggas, my best move will be my next one
Just c*ck me a gun nickname futon
Cause it's about to hurt any n*gga that sleep on it
Can't sleep on this plush hand made by foreigners
For 350 whole season no harness
No conflict with diamonds man they all flawless
b*tch speak when spoken to when round ballers
Bottom birds for the winter down south in New Orleans
Then head up top for some peach pickin in Georgia
Name your price lil mamma I can f*ckin afford ya
Send you home a new b*tch all the ho's will applaud ya
Ignore ya before ya take a hit of that dose
I want ya to bring that ass a tad bit closer?
I'm pose to get to know you better
You know a n*gga don't know no better
I wear suede in the rain and if that don't get her
Drop the roof on the range let the rain drops hit us
b*tch stay in your lane, you don't know
[Chorus: Ja Rule & [?]]
These n*ggas don't really want it, I'm
In the club b*tches all up on us like
(You so hot, you so hot, you so hot, you so hot)
But these b*tches don't really want me, no
They just want to be around a n*gga, coz
(You so hot, you so hot, you so hot, you so hot)