Artist: 50 Cent f/ Kidd Kidd Album: The Lost Tape Song: O.J. Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: 50 Cent] Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit Beat the case then come home then go back from doin some different shit I'm pullin off a O.J., a, a O.J. [Kidd Kidd] I'm smokin up my lungs, this liquor drownin my liver I'm as usin these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner Put these rattin ass niggaz in the sewer, Master Splinter Sound like my phone is bugged, give a nigga the jitters But, I don't give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter Yeah I'm kind of thinner but Goddamn yo' jeans are slimmer I don't want you 'round my children, you look like a sex offender +Planet of the Apes+, I'm a G-Unit Gorilla All these rappers claim they killers, probably sue you when you hit 'em See, I'm not what you used to, I ain't Soo-Woo, I ain't Crip'in I'm a Rida Gang nigga, we gon' get in where we fit in Huh~! [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] Put on my O.J. gloves then watch me kill this shit Beat the case then come home then go back from doin some different shit I'm pullin off a O.J., a, a O.J. I'm pullin off a O.J., I'm killin these bitches! [50 Cent] Got a new bitch that's so bad, yeah she don't know what she doing And her ass so round and fat, when she touch me I'm like BOING! I want head and I want tails, so I don't wanna flip a coin I don't kiss and I don't tell, so her close friend she can join L called me from the pens, askin me how things are going Said the money is still flowing, yeah the Rida Gang is still blowing And my neck and my wrists and my ears and my fists got diamonds all over, shit glowing And the Lambo ain't got no top; it ain't summer yet but it's hot You gon' lose your speech when you hit the streets and you see the bitches I got You better believe it's real, from the Philippines to Brazil Lil' Mexican chica, I want you to meet her, people can give it to you pure 100% uncut; now nigga you know, what's up [Chorus] [Kidd Kidd] Huh~! MJG, bitch I got them +8 Balls+ Four-door garage? Bitch I need eight cars! They want me +Locked Up+, they singing like Akon Her shot up, like I dove head on Bitch my life right, and you niggaz dead wrong I will take yo' head off so you can see me head on I'm gettin my head blown, you know what her head on She got my head gone, shit I'm 'bout to head home Pimp zone, that's my destination Still street, never handed in my resignation Ding-Dong, I'm at your doorbell waitin Who tryna get served? I'm 'bout to do some caterin Huh~! [Chorus]