[50 Cent - Verse 1]
Y'all n****s spend too much time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n s**t?
Well you can start, right before his a** get hit
So when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
N**** knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone
Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a n**** the talent to push blow
like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go
Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow
im a hundred time bigger than Preme in his prime
100 mill in my account and Im still on the grind
When you aint in my clique, its hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!
[Tony Yayo - Verse 2]
I don't dream now that i'm livin, Im out to get it
My truck bomb kitted an AK can hit it
Im a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So Im gettin a** like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers Island, to shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got your b***h p***y fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper at the VMA's
Kilo's in a gram, PO's be my fans
That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan
I got Gats from the future, see-through guns
So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run
N**** I flip my advance before I ran through it
Cuz that money turn haters into that barmen fluid
My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10
Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben
[Muder Mase - Verse 3]
You know you messin' with a n**** that do this for a livin'
Put two in the street while theres two in the kitchen
Put guns in n****z mouth like "Who's u dissin'?"
We give for they knew who u was missin, n****
You can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain
I have hoes back of the church, hummin' ya name
Even then I feel it's like cheat my men
Watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men
I pop n****s in the chest they never breathe again
Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again
Whats a man tryna wake up who cant wake up?
Back guards face straight up with kinds of make up
Cuz eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream "Please not my baby!"
Quick as I see its you, bullets will hit you, boy
Your nobody so no one will miss you
Queens start to kickin' its too much to get through
Leave a n**** leakin' like an Indian ritual
Who wanna run up on me they get known quick
I blackout then snatch your chrome clique
Leavin' jail in '91, made Im homesick
Move Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonement
Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin
Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian
[Young Buck - Verse 4]
A country n**** still lookin' for a New York hoe
About to kill these n****s with this New York flow
Say one n**** name homie you gon' go
You in that Hot97 so New York know
I use to listen to Jada I've never listened to Joe
I couldnt tell ya how now one of his verses go
Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin promo
I was like "What Up?" and they was like "Uh-Oh!"
I aint just get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word, n****s would have been pop
f**k a interview n**** I get into you n****
Enough hearin' 'bout what you finna do n****
[Prodigy - Verse 5]
Murder at its best, this is rap at its finest
You can see my verse, even if you the blindest
My raps is vivid, ya b***h I hit it
All ready, yeah that's right this is spaghetti
Head mob n****s, my gun bomb n****s
Go 'head and shoot, my pistol nuke n****s
When I let off the whole Earth feel the effects
I mix CD's and treat 'em like album s**t
Our albums, we treat 'em like the president elections
On our champagne campaign livin' up dresses
On the dance flo' the Hennessee it flow
When you f**k with G-Unit then you gon' f**kin' blow
When you f**k with Mobb Deep, then bring some f**kin' hoes
Cuz its a gang of us and we ready to go
Cuz after the party after the party we get so drunk
We forget all about the next day hun
[Havoc - Verse 6]
Get it teflon don, AK-filled
Get your mouth blown off like the hand that feeds you
Yeah little motherf**ker put the hammer in diesel
G-Unit Game Over this is only a preview
N****s s**ttin' on theyself gotta rock in the huggy
The coke in the pot rise to the top like dougy
Got chicks with a a** like Buffy, yes homie trust me
Plays f**k me, kick 'em out when they try to get touchy
QB/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle
Man your man is hot, you dont wanna get next to
Like 50's beef is mine and mine is his
See this serious, motherf**kin ask them kids
N****s wild on the streets, scared to death to bid
Sell anything that stay from the bottles and cuffs, n**** butt
[Billy Danze - Verse 7]
You about to witness an M.O.P thug out
And for you n****s hatin' listen to the sounds of the Unit kiss my a** with your tongue out, n****
f**k a warden I ring bells like a doorman
So all you motherf**kers take it easy like sunday mornin (Get 'em up!)
Put 'em up, wrap ya hand or knuckle up
Ground zero we never ran never will we f**k 'em up
Dude you gonna get your a** banged f**kin' with that homie Lloyd Banks
Wild gun style what the f**k y'all think..
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 8]
N****s aint got nuttin' on me, everybody know that
N****s run up on a V, everybody gon' clap
And if he aint what he say, n everybody gon rats
Just rat, and catch your little body all rats
Matter'fact, I dont hang out with no lobby for rats (Nah)
The gun swallow me back off Bacardi and Yack
Im in the club with the snub, this the part of the track
A stray from the K will take a part of ya hat
Im gettin cake like you wouldnt believe but im accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now n****z wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they aint used to open up for me in New York on tv (Ya know)
Skip all chatter, and walk off Eazy
A milly will make your body looker look all measly
Ya b***h spotted me on the dolo and Im low-low
Damn near broke a monolo for a photo
I aint ridin' around with a Dodo that's a No-No
Momma taught me better than that you go to go home
Look at me now, a product of poverty
I cant watch the way I gotta decide a me
The 'hoods fulla hurt but that was a robbery
Critics owe me an apologee, Im probably
A sixteen away from the lottery
My n****s keep guns, thats one of the things I gotta be
Im wrapped up in a dome s**t, cause n**** got all kinds of beef they want ya to come get
Im 2 steppin' with my weapon, cause they dont check 'em up
I know n****s from 'round there and they dont check us
All of the n****s was fans when I met 'em, just waitin' in the wind for n****s to come and get 'em
On my next album, Im'a have some fun wit' 'em, spank 'em all around so everybody forget 'em
They Envy, cause I got the 'hood in a frenzy
And I move smooth with the wooden Benzy
Blend in, n****s will body ya for a pen
Baby need food, baby momma need fin
You know me, New York cap on
Batman whip that I got off a rap song
Im the fan with the illegal strap on
Teflon n a wife beater n black on
Its on!
[50 Cent talking..]
Wassup? this the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
N****s got me mad, ya talk, ya n****s got me all f**ked up..
Im finna kill few of you mother f**kers man..
Know what Im sayin'? Watch ya n****s say somethin' smart out ya mouth, boy
You better stop usin' ya mouth, before I help you NOT be able to use ya mouth Mother f**ker!
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