50 Cent - Mastermind Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent, Tony Yayo, Jadakiss sample]
[?] [?] [?] [?] [?] [?] the fuck I am
I'm here with my nigga Tony Yayo (Yeah, Tony Yayo, you know)
My nigga Storm P (What?)
You know how we do it
Mastermind Entertainment [?] (You know)
Q.P. Cat
JD
All the rest of them niggas that be rollin' with me, you know I'm sayin' (If you hope we wouldn't make it, fuck you)
Ayo ya'll niggas just be cool you don't wanna take [?] (Motherfuckin' streets, nigga) [?] muhfucker just stay cool, you know I'm sayin'
Keep it gangsta, nigga, Southside, nigga
Where you from, nigga?
Where you from, nigga?
Southside, nigga
Southside, nigga

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Weed, crack, and dope mixed with opium
While the Feds sweep the block like a custodian
44 longs got my birds in thongs holdin' 'em
Rock mink longs made with Teflon [?]
I'm as big as King Kong, with the mind of Napoleon
Cook up blow, in straight H20 Sodium
I'm tryna sell records like Vanilla Icе
And hang MC's off of balconies like Suge Knight
In еvery event my team catch crazy stunts
Rollin' eight deep like the Brady Bunch
We keep 80s 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
And ride in big trucks so fuck the bus
I ride for my drug lords and OG hustlers (Uh-huh)
Imagine my face placed on Billboards and buses
And record covers, even The Source magazine (Uh-huh)
I used to be the one to extort the fiends
Remember back then, when I slinged on the corner (Yeah)
I had the sheep skin my girl had the leather balmer
Around the time Mike was moonwalkin'
Now I write the shit that you like to [?] the whole hood talkin'
Shit I'm spittin', 'll make your body spit back (Uh-huh)
So don't fall victim to my gangsta rap
I stay, (Fuckin' faggot) strapped down like Crazus in CreeMore
With Macs, Trey Pounds, 3-80s and C4s
Niggas on the dick, whisper how they hate us (Uh-huh)
Cause they hear our shoes click, gators, slip bob gators
What!
[Interlude: 50 Cent, Jadakiss sample, DMX Sample]
(If you hope we wouldn't make it fuck you)
What nigga?
What's up, nigga
Southside, 50 Cent, nigga
Ya'll ready?
Ya'll ready? (This is for the streets)
Are they ready or what?
Storm P, motherfucker
Yo, yo(It is not, a fuckin', game)

[Verse 2: Storm P]
Before you see me on the island doin' three and a quarter
I be at the Mexican border extorting your daughter
All my hoes wear thongs, smoke weed outta bongs
Run around chest naked, singing all my shit
My raps weigh tons, niggas can't escape 'em
Fuck around and ray guns with the force of eight guns
Storm the type of nigga that could be in a party (Yeah)
Pull my dick out at the bar and take a pee on your shorty (Haha)
Y'all niggas make crumbs just to feed the birds
I stay iceberged down in Anisa furs (What!)
If I could shoot ten bullets that could travel (What you do nigga?) through time
I give three to the nigga that convinced you to rhyme (Blaat)
And if y'all niggas wanna know, where the other seven went (Uh)
To your mother's womb during the fetal development (Wooooo)
I inject needles that effect your cerebral
Make you shrink a couple feet until you Danny DeVito
Make your dick so small you could fuck mosquito
I'm 'bout to charge this nigga 95 thousand a verse
And an extra five g's if they don't want me to curse
I'm the Storm to the P y'all, a rhyme writing champ (Alright)
I think I'm 'bout to start my own rhyme writing camp (Nigga)
Rappers of all ages, younger than Ally Vegas
Or older than Daddy Kane is, Storm is the strangest
I'm the greatest, I'm Storm to the capital P (Yeah, nigga)
And it's a privilege for these niggas to be rapping with me (Alright)
Yo all y'all feel if your not your joking
Niggas can't be serious, they either sniffing or smokin'
Fuck y'all!
[Interlude: 50 Cent, DMX Sample]
(It is not, a fuckin', game)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know what time it is (Uh-huh), nigga
50 Cent, nigga (Fucked up)
Yo!

[Verse 3: 50 Cent & [?] & Tony Yayo]
It's all fucked up now
What I'm a do now push your shit back
Clap one in your gut (Uh-huh)
Fuck up your six pack
You heard the rumor last year, nigga, "50 got back"
You heard the rumor this year, nigga "50 got stabbed"
What's the rumor next year, huh? "50 was real mad
Tore that nigga Ja head off with the fofo mag"
I ain't gon' tell niggas you pussy Irv
I ain't gon' say BJ a bitch
I ain't gon' tell niggas that [Preme's] extortin' your click (Yeah)
You just another broke nigga, frontin' like he rich
Your secret safe with me, I won't say shit
Niggas runnin' 'round stuntin' like they cut me up
Well motherfucker four stitches ain't gon' shut me up
This is who I am, nigga, this here ain't no act
My baby moms'Il wild out and stab me worse than that
Gangsta! (Nigga!)
[Outro: Tony Yayo, DMX sample]
It is not, a fuckin', game
Blaat
50 Cent, nigga, 2000, shit, nigga
What, what, what, what, what