"We Got The Hood On Smash (Cross My Path)" Lyrics

(50 Cent)
I should've warned you not to cross my path
Now I'm fitting to get in your ass
Nigga you know I got the hood on smash
Your reign on top, it's over that fast!

(Lloyd Banks)
In all this conflict and beef is war
You can die on the humble when you reach the soar
So my vest is level 3 and my car is level 4
That's a bullet-proof Lex with a 200 pound door
I got too many issues too many pistols
Smack tear your leg off we attack like pit bulls
Ja fake Tupac screaming out Lou Minotti
The same nigga getting smacked on freshman Friday

(50 Cent)
I should've warned you not to cross my path
Now I'm fitting to get in your ass
Nigga you know I got the hood on smash
Your reign on top, it's over that fast!

(Tony Yayo)
Pretty soon you have to pardon your role in your bridal ring
'Cause you keep going gold like The Lion King
You wouldn't buy a nigga's bootleg if you liked me
'Cause I ain't tryna hear that bullshit like Spike Lee
I'm outta sight B, Long Island iced tea
Timbaland's, white tee, both arms icy
We got enough money to pay the bill and peel
Listen to hip-hop when you drop better than B2K's

(50 Cent)
I should've warned you not to cross my path
Now I'm fitting to get in your ass
Nigga you know I got the hood on smash
Your reign on top, it's over that fast!

(50 Cent)
Sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me
Niggas that said they gonna murk me never put it in work B
You pop that shit you got pistols but you never pop that shit
You just running your lip, put my gun on your lip
Pop off leave all your fucking teeth chipped
That's when you realize you in deep shit
But keep running your gat till your friend is mangled
Three hoes and a nigga look like Charlie's Angels
Not a murderer

(50 Cent talking)
No you not a murderer nigga
I'ma dig deep in your ass faggot
I'm gonna stop saying that shit cause I know you like that kind of shit
Fucking fruity ass nigga
But i got something for you nigga
Special delivery nigga
Semi-auto those motherfuckers