Drop/I Shot Ya (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
Ayo man, what the f*ck, man, (Yo word up, man) ey'time I come to the studio (Yo what the f*ck, B), this sh*t don’t never work, man
Yo what the f*ck is the matter with these nig, ya'll n*ggas call up Tone and Poke, man (Yo 50, I'm tellin’ you, smack the sh*t out this n*gga, man)
Tell them n*ggas I said, "man, somebody better fix this f*ckin' sh*t, I'm not doin' nothin'" (f*ckin' time is money, we payin' for these sessions, 50 smack the sh*t out this n*gga) word to my, f*ck this rap sh*t, man, I'm goin’ home right now, man, I don’t give a f*ck, man
*Smack sound* (Ohhh) (You know how you do it), (I'ma fix it, yo, chill yo) *Smack sound* (Ohh, ahhhh)
Come on, man, these n*ggas is stupid (I’ma fix it)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Ayo I know n*ggas who sniff coke like Bobby and smoke weed like Whitney
White b*tches with big implants like Britnеy (Yeah)
I know soft n*ggas like Ma$e, ghеtto n*ggas like Case
Little n*ggas like Shyheim with scars in they face
f*ck a horn or a [?] [?], I'm sellin' the base
I know n*ggas like Red and Meth, who always high
I know fake gangsta n*ggas like Sticky and Ja

[Interlude: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent]
Yeah, these fake ass n*ggas
But yo 50, man
You always shining in the booth, man
Could I get time to shine for a minute, nah I mean?
Yo son I'ma let you live, son, go head, get yours, tell ’em where you from, n*gga

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent, Both]
I'm from the boulevard of broken dreams where guns got infrared scopes, and infrared beams (Uh)
Where n*ggas sling coke and cutthroat for cream (What?!)
And the dope so raw all the old folks lean (Woooh!)
n*ggas I looked up to, I'm lookin' down on
The broke n*ggas on the block that you clown on
The way we livin' there ain't no rules (Uh-huh)
That's why the system build prisons instead of schools
If you ain't got no guts
You ain't got no glory (Uh-huh)
Ya men get manhandle 'cause pressures mandatory
So I spend my spare time with the nine and the mac (Yeah)
The three five long'll push ya hair line back, I got the mind of a OG n*gga
Givin' out packs of PC to mini-me n*ggas
I turn innocent chicks to switchblade sisters
And burn down blocks with convicts and killers
Five hundred CL, got the whole hood hyper
Buggy eye sh*t with one windshield wiper, I'm on that next level, man
In my hood I'm real ghetto, man
Keep all my hoes in high heel stilettos, man
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I'm from the boulevard of broken dreams ([?])
I'm from the boulevard, boulevard, boulevard, boulevard
I'm from the boulevard of broken dreams where gats got infrared scopes and beams
I ain't have a jump shot, I had to learn to sling
You could catch me on the block right now, n*gga, doin' my thing
I call a spade a spade, a homo a homo
I walk New York dolo, ratchet under my polo
I got that marijuana persona, say whateva I wanna
Bring it to any n*gga or b*tch that want drama, n*ggas talk tough
But I dare 'em to come near me, I let off enough shots to sink the f*ckin' fairy (Yeah!)
Ds call me by my government name, they know I be dumbin', shoot up the park, have n*ggas runnin' like "Jesus comin'"
Had a wet pillow in prison, I cried in the dark (Uh-huh)
Flashbacks of innocent kids wet up in the park
I'm a artist, but I don't draw pictures, I draw guns, my own people don't play me close, they think I draw 'em on them, one time

[Outro: 50 Cent]
50 Cent
Tony, Ya-yo, two, time
Pull it back, man