Too Hot
50 Cent feat. Nas Lyrics

Niggas bit off Nas shit
Other rappers have stolen Nas's style and lyrics

Admit if, you bit it, bit it
Confront yourself and admit if you have copied Nas's style or lyrics

You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
You can choose to be brave and confront me, or cowardly and run away

Either way you go against me, you still gon die
If you oppose me, you will face consequences no matter what

I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
I am armed and prepared for any conflict

You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
If you do not have anything relating to money to discuss, do not waste my time

I need a drop for when it's a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold
I require different types of vehicles depending on weather conditions

An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold
I have a skilled lawyer on my side to protect me from fake people who may betray me

The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
My rhymes have a profound impact on people and makes them want to talk about me

And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
My rhymes and actions may lead me to spend 25 years in prison

Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money
A reference to Nas's album 'Nastradamus' and its prediction that 50 Cent was the future of rap

I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
I confront drug dealers and demand money they owe me

I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me
I am going to share valuable information with you

I got what you need, 19,5 a key
I can provide you with drugs for a set price of $19,500 per kilogram

I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
I always attract attention by showing off in fancy cars

And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
I am willing to kill someone for the right amount of money

Run up on them all with the same problem solver
I confront all of my problems with the same solution - violence

Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!
A specific reference to how I am prepared to fight

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
The neighborhood we are in is under heavy police surveillance, so others should hope that we do not draw attention to ourselves

'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
If we do hit rock bottom, we are going to invade and rob other people's homes

Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the raw
We will use intimidation to make people give us their valuable possessions

I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
A comparison to a world champion boxer who is not involved in any drama

You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
Someone who is watching from a distance and not directly involved in the situation

Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
A name-drop of famous basketball players sitting nearby

Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
I was on track to be a professional athlete, but I got sidetracked by smoking too many cigarettes (Phillies are a brand of cigar)

I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump
A metaphor for how my style is suffocating the rap game, and it needs relief (a pump like an inhaler)

Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
When approaching a situation, I get more intense and focused

Ya'll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
You need to work with the best, and I am not afraid to hurt people who oppose me

Encephalitis leavin' whole families in silence
Metaphorically, my style is a virus that is causing entire families to be impacted by the effects of my rhymes

My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
My disease (style/lyrics) is well-known, and many people are infected by it

Un cured, ain't no vaccine
There is no way to cure or stop my style from spreading

Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
The last place I was seen was at an ATM machine, withdrawing and spending a lot of money

Or in the studio booth, blacking out
Sometimes I spend a lot of time in the studio, writing and recording so much that I 'black out' or lose track of time

It's Con Air style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
A reference to the movie Con Air and the horror movie The Blair Witch Project - describing how I am able to disappear and evade law enforcement

Comin' back I'm rich kid
When I return, I will be wealthy from my illicit activities

Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
No matter what, I will succeed and progress

Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga
You can either cooperate with me or end up dead - choose wisely

Tell these niggas somethin' God
Addressing God (or the audience) to listen to my message

I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
My style is unconventional and disruptive to both black and white communities

Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan
A reference to a pimp named Magic Don Juan and the tattoos that I have on my arms

From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
I am known all over the world and enjoy smoking marijuana

We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
After smoking, we take off our fur coats and leave them hanging on the coat rack

Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Those who scheme against me usually end up getting killed by my gun

Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me
Even when the FBI investigates me, they cannot find any evidence against me

When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
When I perform, applaud me immediately after I finish

Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring war quick to you
If you have a strong dislike towards me, I will not hesitate to engage in conflict with you

Porsche maneuvers through the city like New York sewers
I drive through the city with the skill and agility of a sports car and a familiarity to the streets like the sewer system

Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manure
I cause chaos and disruption wherever I go, even in a prestigious location like Central Park

Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
The wheels on my car are large, and the suspension is specialized for a smooth ride

22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
I am very successful and powerful when running my 'business' as a pimp

Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
Other rappers who try to imitate my style make me sick and angry

You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
You understand the way I write my rhymes, but you are unable to replicate my unique sound

50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
A reference to 50 Cent's rap group Bravehearts and how we will work together until death

You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go
Other rappers try to mimic my success, but I will continue to lead and innovate