Kill Ya Self

[Intro: 50 Cent sample]
The hardest from New York, they come from Yonkers
They come from Yonkers, they come from Yonkers
The hardest from New York, they come from Yonkers
The hardest from New York, they come from Yonkers, Yonkers, Yonkers, Yonkers

[Chorus]
Let's go
I'm gonna sing my songs, I'ma count my figgas
I'ma rat on people, I'ma jerk my niggas (Damn)
I'm keepin' it real
I'll put you in jail (Word)
So I can be on top (Shit)
I'm gonna pop my shit, I'ma hide in the whip
I got a thousands of cops with me, don't even trip (The fuck)
I'ma keep me a gimmick
I'll shoot myself (Oh)
So I can be on top

[Verse 1]
Ayo
Your little house party was cute and shit
I shoulda came there with a suit and shit
You lil' industry bitch (Ha ha)
"They don't know kiss in Africa" shut up snitch (Fuck outta here)
I know Sway wanted to ask you way more than he did
Like, why the fuck supreme and them doin' a bid (Damn)
And why can't you come around where you hung as a kid
You turn soft on niggas since you got on top
I know Queens can't be proud of Candy Shop (Nah)
Look, you ain't gotta make that trash no more (Fuck is this)
You rich so everything gon' move out the store
So the next time I hear you, if it ain't that raw (What?)
I'ma tell the hood to close the door
Last chance 50 (Last chance 50)
You betta bring it
And I don't mean sing it (Nah)
Let that new bitch wit'chu do that
Whadd up baby (Whatever lady)
I'll fuck you and let Smurf get head (Ha ha)
D-Block, G-Unit is dead (Woo)

[Chorus]
I'm gonna sing my songs, I'ma count my figgas (Yea)
I'ma rat on people, I'ma jerk my niggas (Damn)
I'm keepin' it real
I'll put you in jail
So I can be on top (What the fu....)
I'm gonna pop my shit, I'ma hide in the whip
I got a thousands of cops with me, don't even trip (Ohhh)
I'ma keep me a gimmick
I'll shoot myself (Ho ho)
So I can be on top (God damn)

[Verse 2]
Ayo
Can you feel it, nuttin' can save ya (Huh)
And I ain't go platinum, I'm not even major (Nah nigga)
But I bet none of dem boys wanna put up a wager (Cha'll wan do son)
If so, tell Sha to hit Soup on the pager (Soup, whadd up)
We can do this on cable homey
I ain't playin'
Banks you aight if they can understand what you sayin' (Stop mumblin' nigga)
And them boys out in L.A. hot
Game lookin' for you, you betta move around with swat (Henchman whadd up)
Come on Buck you don't even wanna be there
But since you there, sit your little ass down in the chair (Sit your little ass down)
I got more south niggas than you
Matter fact no I don't, (No I don't) it's just them south niggas know how I do (Dirty whadd up)
I think 50 really wanna be you (Ha ha)
Tryna sound all country, this rat just don't know what to do
I got some advice, y'all can jump off my dick (Get off my dick)
Y'all ain't fuckin' wit this D-Block clique (Nah)

[Chorus]
I'm gonna sing my songs, I'ma count my figgas (Woo)
I'ma rat on people, I'ma jerk my niggas (Word)
I'm keepin' it real
I'll put you in jail (Damn)
So I can be on top (What the fu....)
I'm gonna pop my shit, I'ma hide in the whip
I got a thousands of cops with me, don't even trip (What)
I'ma keep me a gimmick, I'll shoot myself (Heh)
So I can be on top (Oh shit)

[Verse 3]
Nigga I'ma get rich or get rich (Yeah)
What the fuck is this Die Tryin' shit about bitch (I don' know)
And what Massacre? please say you meant mascara (It's your mascara dirty)
'Cause the shit I heard is pretty as that white bitch Farrah (Woo)
Tryna force it, the hood know you lost it dawg
So you can g-g-g-g-g (Ha ha) all the way to the mall (It's over)
And I ain't got half ya dough (Uh uh)
Matter fact I don't get nowhere next what you get for a show (Fucked up)
But the difference is in my crowd ain't no cops (No cops nigga)
Niggas singin' on stage like the Four-Tops
No way homey (ha ha) you turnt gay homey (Gay homey)
And I don't care what the SoundScan say homey (Word up bitch)
Niggas is trash (Woo)
Y'all came up in our spot but y'all is ass
Niggas gettin' milk throw in their face (Hold that)
Lil niggas in Jamaica Queens takin' ya base (Ha ha)
Don't worry 50 gon' rat on 'em (I think he did it man)
He gon' close the case

[Chorus]
I'm gonna sing my songs, I'ma count my figgas
I'ma rat on people, I'ma jerk my niggas (Word)
I'm keepin' it real
I'll put you in jail (Damn)
So I can be on top (Stayin' away from you)
I'm gonna pop my shit, I'ma hide in the whip
I got a thousands of cops with me, don't even trip (Get the fuck outta here)
I'ma keep me a gimmick, I'll shoot myself
So I can be on top (This motherfu...)

[Sheek Louch Talking]
Ayo I'm stayin' away from you nigga
I see how you get down
Ha ha...oh shit
What the fuck
What you said again

[Chorus]
I'm gonna sing my songs, I'ma count my figgas
I'ma rat on people, I'ma jerk my niggas
I'm keepin' it real
I'll put you in jail
So I can be on top
I'm gonna pop my shit, I'ma hide in the whip
I got a thousands of cops with me, don't even trip
I'ma keep me a gimmick, I'll shoot myself
So I can be on top

[Sheek Louch Talking]
Ayo I'm stayin' away from you nigga
I see how you get down

[Outro: 50 Cent sample]
The hardest from New York, they come from Yonkers, Yonkers, Yonkers, Yonkers