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PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
Vocals
Young Buck
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
50 Cent
Composer
D. Brown
Composer
Rondell Turner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ron Browz
Producer
K. Miller
Recording Engineer
Pat Viala
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I'll whip your head boy, you know I will
I'll whip your head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip your head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip your head boy, your ass could get killed
I'll whip your head boy, you know I will
I'll whip your head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip your head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip your head boy, your ass could get killed
2 niggas in the front, 2 niggas in the back
That's 4 niggas ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggas
Then I start thinkin' I should rob all these niggas
Man, my homies they wan' do whatever I wan' do
I say I wan' eat, they say: shit we wan' eat too
Lets ride around, find a nigga stuntin' on front street
With the shines on niggas be lookin' like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
Fuck a ski mask, man niggas know who I is
I got a full clip and niggas know I get biz'
I'll whip your head boy, you know I will
I'll whip your head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip your head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip your head boy, your ass could get killed
I'll whip your head boy, you know I will
I'll whip your head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip your head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip your head boy, your ass could get killed
I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a move
You comin' in here with me shorty take your lil' one to school
Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the llama to get this cake
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
Oh, she don't know it? Damn, ok, we'll wait
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
With a gun to her head sayin': daddy come home
You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you
And the 9' will jam, right in my hand
I'll whip your head boy, you know I will
I'll whip your head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip your head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip your head boy, your ass could get killed
I'll whip your head boy, you know I will
I'll whip your head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip your head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip your head boy, your ass could get killed
I got his homies screamin': Buck, you need to calm down
Niggas be gettin' killed everytime you come around
We ran up in his crib, made his momma kiss the ground
She askin': God, what my baby dunn did now?
I'm takin' everything, jewellery I want it all
Duct tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
Fuck waitin', we gon' starve waitin' on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm inpatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar
The mac' I have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
And I'ma be on CNN again and it ain't my fault
March nigga step, right nigga lef'
G-Unit soldier, I'm thuggin' till my death, mothafuckas
I'll whip your head boy, you know I will
I'll whip your head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip your head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip your head boy, your ass could get killed
I'll whip your head boy, you know I will
I'll whip your head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip your head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip your head boy, your ass could get killed
Writer(s): Curtis James Jackson, David Darnell Brown, Rondell Edwin Turner
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