[50 Cent]
Yeah..50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
G-UNIT!
[Lloyd Banks]
This rap shit plays a major part of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit! And I ain`t stoppin` to my clique poppin`
Swimmin` in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit` a head up and challenge you dummy
It`s funny, niggas rather see you sufferin` and hungry
I`m hungry as hell, skatin` with another nigga`s money
Take your hats off, you know you ain`t that tough
I`m callin` your bets off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it isn`t the game ball
Artillary that`s about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)
By the way, this feels like I`m dreamin`
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin` my semen
The physical presence of a female, form of a demon
That`s why, I fuck `em and leave `em
Get my nut while I`m breathin`
`Cause they thought they`d catch me slippin`, now I`m duckin` and trippin`
That`s a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin`?
You trippin`, more records could get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, it`s probably sendin` out to prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four five`s and nines than a deck of cards
[Tony Yayo]
You can take me out the `hood, but can`t take the `hood out me (`Cause what?)
`Cause I`m ghetto, I`m ghetto
Niggas hate when you do good
But when you broke, your friends and your enemies
They love you, they love you
`Cheche, get the llello`
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail
`Cheche, get the llello`
Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)
You can sift me, cut me, I`ll turn you to a junkie
I`m the number one seller in the whole fuckin` country
Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low
White boys don`t call me coke, they call me blow
It`s time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
I`ll smuggle, I`m nothin` but trouble
I`ll make your money double
Cook me in baking soda
I`ll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
I`ll pay all your bills and fill your `frigerator
Feed your family, turn your man into a hater
Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox
Put me in your Nik`s, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half you hustlin` backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you movin` forwards
You tryin` to move more birds
...In PA all day, on the corner of Third
[50 Cent]
You can take me out the `hood, but can`t take the `hood out me (what?)
`Cause I`m ghetto, I`m ghetto
Picture me polishin` pistols, I`m comin` to get you
The shells hit you, you screamin`
Think I`m playin`? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Lets get it poppin`
Start wavin` my emboies shell cases get the droppin` (C`mon)
Like if it`s down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I`m outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin` I`m stoppin`
I`m dyin` to pop it, I`m young and I`m restless, you know my contestants
As the world turns, there`s lessons to be learned
Count all my blessin`s, clean up my weapons
I`m ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish
I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like `50 nice chain`
Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
Burn out, can`t stop gotta watch MTV, BET
Nigga you see me!
I wonder if you mad, `cause I`m doin` good
or `cause niggas feelin` me more than you in your own `hood
And it hurts `cause you love `em and they don`t love you back
`cause they know you just rappin` and you don`t bust a gat
You pussy
Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fuckin` frontin` nigga
Talkin` like gangstas on a record, I see you nigga
Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my `hood nigga
Read the `Daily News` nigga you see them talkin` about me nigga
I`m in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, lets get it poppin`