feat. Jay-Z
[Intro - 50 Cent] (Jay-Z)
(YES!) Yeah, ha, ha, yeah, yeah
I know you hear the footsteps
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
If I can`t do well, homey, it can`t be done
Now I`ma let the champagne bottle pop
I`ma take it to the top
Fo sho` I`ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I apply pressure to pussies, that stuntin` I pop
Stand alone squeezin` my pistol, I`m sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
Now 50 Cent, I write a lil` bit, but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, `Get they money right,` cause I got mine
And I`m around quit playin` nigga, you can`t shine
You gon` be that next chump, to end up in the trunk
After bein` hit by the pump, is that what you want
Be easy nigga, I lay your ass out
Be-lieve me nigga, that`s what I`m about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I`m gone (Yeah!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Jay-Z] (50 Cent)
Everybody wanna rhyme like Hov`
`Cause I rhyme like, I be rhymin` in the Rove`, rhymin` in them HO!
Ma like the diamond will blind you at the show
I don`t shine, I glow, I remind you of that dough
Don`t I, did I, hustle the game, just the thought alone
Give me a boner, coach caved into a coma
Can`t out hustle a hustla
You can`t out play a player, this rap shit is a lay-up
In my former buis` motherfuckers will spray ya
In the music buis` motherfuckers, just say stuff
Spit on ya sprayer, niggaz just play tough
When the camera`s on, when the camera`s gone
Niggaz wanna set up meetings
`Cause they know most likely when I see `em, I`ma set up a beatin`-ac
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