50 Cent - So Seriuos - UK Style Lyrics

[Intro:]
I'm so so serious... (Serious maaan!) {G-UNIT RADIO... }
I mean so so serious! (Oooohh!) {25! }
I-I got it!
I-I get it! {CLASSIC! } [shot] (whoooooooooooohohohohoooohhhhhhhhh!)

[Chorus:]
Now I lay thee down to sleep
I pray my Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die though before I wake
Let my niggas celebrate and split my cake. ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")

[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
It's 50, I'm so real! You ain't seen nothin' realer
Ice crack dealer! - I click-clack for the scrilla (yeeeaahh!)
I'm heartless something like a cold blooded killer
I'm filthy! - Dirty with the money my nigga (YEAH!) [shot]
I done ran through more cars then your Rolls Royce dealer (whooo!)
I put that on my god-daughter, I love you Jarmilla! [gunshot] {TONY! } [beat stops]

[Chris Rock Interlude:]
Yo, whassup? This is Chris Rock!
Pow, Pow, Pow!
Whoo Kid it's... POW! [gunshot] [beat starts again]

[Intro:]
{BRING IT BACK! }
I'm so so serious... (Serious maaan!) ("DJ Whoo Kid on Hot97! ")
I mean so so serious! (Oooohh!)
I-I got it! {CAN'T FORGET... }
I-I get it! {ANGEL! }

[Chorus:]
Now I lay thee down to sleep
I pray my Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die though before I wake
Let my niggas celebrate and split my cake. (whoooooooooooohohohohoooohhhhhhhhh!)

[Verse:]
It's 50, [shot] {OOOHH! } I'm so real! You ain't seen nothin' realer
Ice crack dealer! - I click-clack for the scrilla (yeeeaahh!)
I'm heartless! - Something like a cold blooded killer
I'm filthy! - Dirty with the money (YEAH!) my nigga. (YEAH!)
I done ran through more cars then your Rolls Royce dealer (whooo!)
I put that on my god-daughter, I love you Jarmilla.
New Bentley or not match the chincilla
Sean don spiller! - Matching 4-wheeler. {DAMN! }
I'm big in New York, I move like Godzilla {Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Go-rilla! - You are not deep, nigga! (AAAAUUUHHH!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Grave-digger! - Ask Puffy and Jigga! (GRR!)
Made nigga! - My pockets get bigger... {UK! }
And bigger! - You got no choice but to feel a - nigga!
When I spit that shit (whoo!) - I figure! (whoo! whoo! whoo!)
It will only bring mo' bread
You f*ck around I get down and go upside yo' head! {HAHA! }

[Chorus:]
Now I lay thee down to sleep
I pray my Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die though before I wake, ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
Let my niggas celebrate and split my cake.

Now I lay thee down to sleep, {MAN DOG! }
I pray the Lord forgive me for holding heat.
If I should die though before I wake
Let my niggas celebrate and split my cake. [gunshot] {OOOOOOUHHHHH! }

[Outro:]
I just got back from the UK! [echoes]
A little jet-lagged from the flight! {HAHA! }
But when I'm out there they say:... "50!... 50, your my favorite! "
"We love you 50! Your massive"
Mash it tup! [shot]
There is not competition!
No!... No!...
There is no competition! {HAHA! }
You have to be kidding... [automatic gunshots]
I can't believe it... I'm drunk! [gunshot] [beat stops]