Artist: 50 Cent f/ ScHoolboy Q Album: 5 (Murder by Numbers) Song: Can I Speak to You Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: 50 Cent] It's hot as a motherfucker out here {"S-M-S, Audio"} [50 Cent] Summer heat hot, murder plots, niggaz gettin shot Chrome rims for 6's, one wheel one Gixxer Throw it up one hand, wave back at the bitches, I'm silent Right before I snap, I'm violent I call myself to tussle, I'm the boss and the muscle Boy I'll feed yo' ass brass knuckles A nigga come creepin through the fog, if you're scared get a dog Get a male cause a bitch'll get you both in the morgue Now peep the punchlines I'm punchin, these are knockout flows I'm cyber-pimpin, I'm so new wave I got sci-fi hoes This is next level mack shit, that's why my money stack quick Twelve V's, V-12's, half of them triple black bitch Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy, envy me Your pride's blurrin your vision, see I'm where I'm supposed to be On top of the underground, still gritty, still run the city Still Em, Dre and Fitty; fuck with me I'm a usual suspect, when it's a hit Turn up the volume, you hear my voice, yeah this the shit [Chorus 2X: sample] {+ ad libs by 50 Cent and ScHoolboy Q*} "Pardon me please, may I speak to you?" "I feel this is something, I'm compelled to do" [ScHoolboy Q] Pistols and bad bitches, hustlers and bad business Rappin was just a hobby, that hobby turned to a million Had that oxy for sale, you can get it 50 a pill You sniff it or let grill, wrap the foil, you know the drill Uhh, money power and drugs my only reason to love Never played cops and robbers, nigga we played Crips and Bloods Like who the pimp said who the slugs, 2-11 on hookers' purses Another double-up purchase, slingin 100 meters from churches God won't forgive me but it still was worth it (ohh yeah) Man I swear I needed some change, chains, golden rings and thangs Niggaz watch videos and think them douche in rap's the hardest But real loc's know that that type of shit make you a target Either the pigs or I'ma get you while you playin boy Hunt you like an animal, strapped with a beam that's Adderol 50 told me ambition wins when you're tellin ain't workin I say I'd rather relapse than re-enact hurdles and put that work in Yeah~! [Chorus] [ScHoolboy Q] Floss if you want to, I'll send you home broke nigga It ain't a secret I get money, you's a joke nigga Make what you make in like two years less than a month nigga Figg Side to Southside, but we up nigga Uhh, yeah (gon' fuck around and make a trillion)