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PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Whitacre
Chris Whitacre
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Justin Henderson
Justin Henderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kyeme Miller
Kyeme Miller
Recording Engineer
Samuel Kalandijian
Samuel Kalandijian
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Steve Baughman
Steve Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Tha Bizness
Tha Bizness
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
I'm so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
[Verse 2]
Your daddy fucked your mama, then fucked your sister
Then climbed in your bed playin' with your shitter
Go 'head, take your belt off and hang your self
Matter of fact grab  your strap and bang yourself
Jay's a big man, he's too big to respond
I'm a big dick, you know the one everybody's on
You 'gon make me sing, "Murder was the case"
Bullets ricochet, ping-ping, shoot the star off your face
I'm international, I'm never home, man
I've been gone so long my accent changed
You better watch who you fuck with, mate
Or you gon' make me carve your ass up, now, straight
Come on, Game, you'll never be my equal
Your homies shoot doors, my **** shoot people
See me, I'm what you never 'gon be
I'm in that tax bracket you're never gon' see
[Verse 3]
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
See, I get so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
So so so disrespectful
See, I get so disrespectful
So so so disrespectful, see
[Verse 4]
That **** Buck like Gator, tell Mama he done smoked the TV
I ain't know he fucked with more dope than BG
Plus a **** sipped more syrup than Pimp C
Man, keepin' these motherfuckers rich ain't easy
Especially when a **** wanna stunt like Jeezy
And his CDs didn't sell like his CDs
Man, that **** blew all of his chips on them breezies
Mad cause the world won't treat him like Weezy
Look, I don't give a fuck, ****, please believe me
No **** in the vocal booth around can see me
It's crazy how I make this shit look oh-so easy
They say, "50, naw, I don't fuck with him, he oh-so greasy"
Yeah, he used to share that paper, now he oh-so greedy
It's funny how they shit on me 'cause, them, they need me
See, me? I'm number one, I'm loadin' up my gun
I catch ya and you're done, you pussy ****, run
[Verse 5]
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
See, I get so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
See, I get so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful, see
[Verse 6]
They say first comes love, then come marriage
Instead, I got Shaniqua in a baby carriage
Then came the cash, then the baby mama drama
I gave the bitch a half a mill, she blew it on Prada
I remember when I met the bitch, and she ain't have nada
Got my son on some fly shit, now  I gotta buy shit
Man, I can't even flaunt shit 'cause everybody want shit
Everybody mad, damn, even my dad
And I don't even know him, now how the fuck I owe him?
I ain't givin' nobody shit, I'ma show them
I gave Game hits, he told me to suck dick
Started screamin', "West side," and Dre ain't say shit
Now we just eat off him, and when I talk to him
A smile comes on his face, he told me, "Here's the case"
Enemies stay enemies, but friends they change
**** go crazy over money, my mane
[Verse 7]
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
See, I get so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
See, I get so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful, see
Written by: C. Whitacre, Curtis Jackson, Justin Henderson
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