Street King
50 Cent Lyrics

You, I love you so much
I can't deny how much I love you, it's a deep affection

I can't deny how much I love you, yeah
I truly, genuinely love you, there's no denying it

Alright, alright, that's enough
Okay, okay, let's move on from these lovey-dovey statements

Niggas ain't gonna hear that shit
People won't pay attention or care about that

Nigga this is simple, not complicated
This is straightforward, not complex

I I I can't be faded
I'm unstoppable, untouchable

I'm starting to think I made it
I'm beginning to believe I've achieved success

Get out of line, out line, line, out line
Don't act out of order or step out of line

You act like you got a vagina
You're behaving in a weak or cowardly manner

You pussy nigga
You're a coward or weak person

Front on me, I'll find, find, I'll find ya
If you disrespect or challenge me, I'll track you down

There's no running from me
You can't escape or hide from me

Picture me in my darkest hour
Imagine me at my lowest point or in my most difficult time

I would rather be marked for Death than marked the coward
I prefer to be known as someone willing to die rather than a coward

Pure evil, like the dope in your veins
I'm wicked and malevolent, just like the drugs that control you

You fuck around I make you Bang yourself like Cobain
If you mess with me, I'll make you kill yourself like Kurt Cobain

Turn around disappear Thin air like David Blaine
I can make you vanish or disappear effortlessly like the magician David Blaine

I’m higher than Travolta, he flyin' a plane
I'm on a different level, more elevated than John Travolta piloting an aircraft

No evaluation necessary, I'm insane
There's no need for analysis, it's clear that I'm mentally disturbed

The barrel of that llama, hot, yeah Like a sauna bricks in the door panel
The gun barrel is scorching hot, similar to bricks in a sauna or hidden in a car door

Crossing the Verrazano
Traversing the Verrazano Bridge, a reference to moving between places

Tom Ford Taylor shoes, you’s Ferragamo
I wear high-end designer shoes by Tom Ford and Ferragamo

Don Corleone, let's talk mano-a mano
Like Don Corleone from The Godfather, let's have a face-to-face conversation

I’m classically trained
I have a deep understanding and expertise in my craft

They call me the piano man
I'm recognized as a skilled musician or artist

I move the keys fuck a piano, man
I handle drugs, not musical instruments, to make money

I'm sort of like a one Man band with a trumpet
I can handle everything on my own, like a musician playing multiple instruments

Beef – I let blow, run, hop a fence And dump it niggas be talking all that jazz
In a conflict, I'll resort to violence, escape, and discard evidence, while others just talk

When they get down to the get down they ask
When faced with real trouble, they start seeking help

That bass so deep, my heart so cold
The bass of the music is intense, reflecting my hardened and cold demeanor

I let you hear that street Sweeper drum line row
I expose you to the raw reality of the streets, with a percussive, rhythmic sound

Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat tat
The sound of gunfire, multiple shots being fired

I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
I have no hesitation in physically overpowering or eliminating someone

You lose, cause I got the ill street blues
You will be defeated because I possess the skills and knowledge of the streets

I'll see you on the 6 o'clock news
I'll witness your downfall or demise in the media

This vintage 50 call it my tommy gun bounce
My style and attitude are reminiscent of the old-school era, like a tommy gun firing

Say the wrong shit out your mouth
If you speak incorrectly or disrespectfully

I'll A your ass out
I'll aggressively confront and reprimand you

One line, one bar, I'll be on you so fast
With just a few words or verses, I'll come after you swiftly

My night work like I'm fresh out Alcatraz
My actions in the darkness resemble the behaviors of someone recently released from Alcatraz prison

I don't wanna play so I don't play fair
I have no interest in fair play or following rules

You know it's not polite to Stare at my Cartier
It's impolite to gaze at my expensive Cartier watch

Yeah, I'm enjoying the fruit's of my labor
I'm reaping the rewards and satisfaction of my hard work

Coke boy, the dope boy, now a nigga major
I was involved in selling cocaine, but now I am a successful and respected individual

I used to cut crack on my grandmama China
I used to prepare crack cocaine on my grandmother's fine china plates

And cook coke think I'm the Chef from Elle's Diner smoke it
I'm skilled at cooking cocaine, as if I'm a chef at a famous diner, and I also consume it

I could smoke a kush through the jar
I can inhale and smoke a large amount of high-quality marijuana

When I'm tripping I might put a clip through your car
In a state of being under the influence, I might shoot at your vehicle

They say I'm sick Then tell me how I made it this far
People consider me mentally ill, yet question how I achieved success despite it

I love war, in fact, I'm the commander
I have a strong affinity for conflict, and I see myself as a leader in it

I want you to open the box of pandor'
I want you to experience the chaos and destruction that results from opening Pandora's box

I'll destroy you and everything you stand for
I will completely ruin and obliterate you, along with everything you believe in

Yeah, I'm a South-side nigga to the bone
I identify strongly with my roots and upbringing in the South-side

And when my niggas ain't around I do it on my own
Even when my friends or associates aren't present, I can handle things independently

Check my track record nigga, haha, 50 yeah
Examine my past achievements and reputation, it speaks for itself

That's cool for starters But we gotta get to the shit
That's all well and good, but let's focus on the real matter at hand

Wait till y'all hear the shit
Just wait until you hear what I have to say or what I'm about to do