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So Disrespectful
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Henderson
Justin Henderson
Songwriter
Chris Whitacre
Chris Whitacre
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kyeme Miller
Kyeme Miller
Recording Engineer
Samuel Kalandijian
Samuel Kalandijian
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Steve Baughman
Steve Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Tha Bizness
Tha Bizness
Producer

Letra

I'm so disrespectful, so, so, so disrespectful I'm so disrespectful, so, so, so disrespectful Your daddy fucked your mama then fucked your sister Then climbed in the bed playin' with your sugar Go 'head take your belt off and hang yourself Matter a fact grab your strap and bang yourself Jay's a big man, he's too big to respond I'm a big dick you know the one everybody's on You 'gon make me sing 'Murder Was The Case' Pull this Richter shit ping, ping should you start to face I'm international I'm never home, mayne I've been gone so long my accent changed You better watch who you fuck with mate Or you 'gon make me carve your ass up now straight Come on Game you will never be my equal Your homies shoot doors, my niggas shoot people See me I'm what you never 'gon be I'm in that tax bracket you never 'gon see When you cross me I'm so disrespectful, so, so, so disrespectful See I get so disrespectful, so, so, so disrespectful When you cross me I'm so disrespectful, so, so, so disrespectful See I get so disrespectful, so, so, so disrespectful That nigga Buck a fiend, tell momma he done smoked the TV I ain't know he fucked with more dope than B.G. Plus a nigga sipped more syrup than Pepsi Man keepin' these muthafuckers rich ain't easy Especially when a nigga wanna stunt like Jeezy And his CDs' didn't sell like his CDs' Man, that nigga blew all of his chips on dem breezies Mad 'cause the world won't treat him like Weezy Look I don't give a fuck, nigga please believe me No nigga in no vocal booth around can see me It's crazy how I make this shit look oh so easy They say, "50, naw I don't fuck wit him, he oh so greasy Yeah, he used to share that paper now he oh so greedy" It's funny how they shit on niggas then they need me See me I'm number one, I'm loadin' up my gun I catch you if you done, you pussy nigga run When you cross me I'm so disrespectful, so, so, so disrespectful See I get so disrespectful, so, so, so disrespectful When you cross me I'm so disrespectful, so, so, so disrespectful See I get so disrespectful, so, so, so disrespectful They say first comes love, then comes marriage Instead I got Shanequa in a baby carriage Then came the cash then the baby mama drama I gave that bitch a half a mill, she blew it on Prada I remember when I met the bitch and she ain't have nada Got my son on some fly shit, now I gotta buy shit Man I can't even flaunt shit 'cause everybody want shit Everybody mad, damn even my dad And I don't even know him, now how the fuck I owe him? I ain't given nobody shit I'm a show them I gave Game hits and told me to suck dick Start screamin' Westside and Dre ain't say shit Now we just eat off him and when I talk to Em A smile comes on his face, he told me here's the case Enemies stay enemies but friends they change Niggas go crazy over money, my mayne When you cross me I'm so disrespectful, so, so, so disrespectful See I get so disrespectful, so, so, so disrespectful When you cross me I'm so disrespectful, so, so, so disrespectful See I get so disrespectful, so, so, so disrespectful See
Writer(s): Curtis James Jackson, Christopher John Whitacre, Justin Keith Henderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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