Street King Energy 50 Cent

[Intro]
[Girl singing]
You, I love you so much
I can't deny how much I love you, yeah
[50 Cent]
Alright, alright, that's enough
Niggas ain't gonna hear that shit

[Verse 1]
Nigga this is simple, not complicated
I-I-I can't be faded
I'm starting to think I made it
Get out of line, out line, line, out line
You act like you got a vagina, you pussy nigga
Front on me, I'll find, find, I'll find ya
There's no running from me
Picture me in my darkest hour
I would rather be marked for death than marked the coward
Pure evil, like the dope in your veins
You fuck around I make you bang yourself like Cobain
Turn around disappear, thin air like David Blaine
I’m higher than Travolta, he flyin' a plane
No evaluation necessary, I'm insane
The barrel of that llama, hot, yeah, like a sauna
Bricks in the door panel crossing the Verrazano
Tom Ford Taylor shoes, you’s Ferragamo
Don Corleone, let's talk mano-a-mano
I’m classically trained, they call me the piano man
I move the keys fuck a piano, man
I'm sort of like a one man band with a trumpet
Beef – I let blow, run, hop a fence, and dump it
Niggas be talking all that jazz
When they get down to the get down they ask
That bass so deep, my heart so cold
I let you hear that street sweeper drum line row