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[50 - Verse 1]
Y'all niggas too much time watchin' flicks
Who you be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start, right his ass get hit
So when I walk up you can see the spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam go up
I got big boy toys, when you grow up?
Nigga knack pattywack, give a dog a bone
Im still down to sell got a fiends home
God bless the child a flawless flow
Say gave a the talent to push blow
like a pimp watch a hoe, I the grams go
the pussy grow, straight cash flow
im a hundred time bigger than Preme in his
100 mill in my account and Im still on the
When you in my clique, its hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to
G-Unit!

Yayo - Verse 2]
I dream now that i'm livin, Im out to get it
My an AK can hit it
Im a rap tycoon, I was fly in the
So Im ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers Island, to at the garden
startin' in the drop got your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to in 7 days
But I still poke a at the VMA's
Kilo's in a gram, be my fans
That's why I'm overseas doin in Japan
I got Gats from the future, guns
So when my bullets leave the I can see you run
Nigga I flip my advance I ran through it
'cause that money turn haters that barmen fluid
My dope be a 8, a 1 to 10
Keepin in a cool place from Ben

[Muder Mase - 3]
You you messin' with a nigga that do this for a livin'
Put two in the street while two in the kitchen
Put guns in niggaz mouth "Who's u dissin'?"
We give for they who u was missin, nigga
You can have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain
I have hoes back of the church, ya name
Even I feel it's like cheat my men
Watch God leave the sky to come and my men
I pop niggas in the they never breathe again
Route 20 in the fitness see the again
Whats a man tryna up who cant wake up?
Back guards straight up with kinds of make up
'cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a
I hear a mother "Please not my baby!"
as I see its you, bullets will hit you, boy
Your so no one will miss you
Queens start to kickin' its too to get through
a nigga leakin' like an Indian ritual
Who run up on me they get known quick
I blackout then your chrome clique
Leavin' jail in '91, made Im
Move like a Farrakhan atonement
Raised in, caged in, let my ways
Face wrapped up like a Saudi

[Young Buck - 4]
A country still lookin' for a New York hoe
About to kill niggas with this New York flow
Say one nigga name homie you go
You in Hot97 so New York know
I use to to Jada I've never listened to Joe
I couldnt tell ya how now one of his go
Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin
I was like "What Up?" and was like "Uh-Oh!"
I aint just get cold, see my been hot
50 me the word, niggas would have been pop
Fuck a nigga I get into you nigga
Enough hearin' 'bout what you finna do

- Verse 5]
Murder at its best, this is rap at its
You can see my verse, if you the blindest
My is vivid, ya bitch I hit it
All ready, yeah that's right this is
Head mob niggas, my gun bomb
Go and shoot, my pistol nuke niggas
When I let off the Earth feel the effects
I mix and treat 'em like album shit
Our albums, we treat 'em like the elections
On our campaign livin' up dresses
On the dance the Hennessee it flow
When you fuck with G-Unit then you gon' blow
When you fuck Mobb Deep, then bring some fuckin' hoes
'cause its a gang of us and we to go
'cause after the party the party we get so drunk
We forget all about the day hun

- Verse 6]
Get it teflon don,
Get your mouth off like the hand that feeds you
Yeah motherfucker put the hammer in diesel
G-Unit Game Over is only a preview
Niggas shittin' on gotta rock in the huggy
The in the pot rise to the top like dougy
Got chicks with a ass like Buffy, yes trust me
Plays fuck me, kick 'em out when try to get touchy
QB/Southside, if you wanted to
Man your man is hot, you dont get next to
Like 50's beef is and mine is his
See this serious, ask them kids
Niggas on the streets, scared to death to bid
Sell anything that stay from the bottles and cuffs, nigga

[Billy - Verse 7]
You about to an M.O.P thug out
And for you niggas hatin' listen to the sounds of the kiss my ass with your tongue out, nigga
Fuck a warden I ring bells like a
So all you motherfuckers it easy like sunday mornin (Get 'em up!)
Put 'em up, wrap ya hand or up
Ground zero we never ran will we fuck 'em up
Dude you gonna get your ass banged fuckin' that homie Lloyd Banks
Wild gun style what the y'all think..

[Lloyd Banks - 8]
Niggas aint got nuttin' on me, everybody know
Niggas run up on a V, everybody clap
And if he aint he say, n everybody gon rats
Just rat, and catch your little all rats
Matter'fact, I dont hang out no lobby for rats (Nah)
The gun me back off Bacardi and Yack
Im in the with the snub, this the part of the track
A stray from the K take a part of ya hat
Im gettin like you wouldnt believe but im accepted
By mainstream America and in the piece
Now niggaz talk all greasy (why)
Like they aint used to up for me in New York on tv (Ya know)
Skip all chatter, and off Eazy
A milly will your body looker look all measly
Ya bitch me on the dolo and Im low-low
near broke a monolo for a photo
I ridin' around with a Dodo that's a No-No
Momma taught me than that you go to go home
Look at me now, a product of
I watch the way I gotta decide a me
The 'hoods fulla but that was a robbery
owe me an apologee, Im probably
A sixteen from the lottery
My niggas keep guns, one of the things I gotta be
Im wrapped up in a dome shit, cause nigga got all kinds of they want ya to come get
Im 2 steppin' my weapon, cause they dont check 'em up
I know niggas from there and they dont check us
All of the was fans when I met 'em, just waitin' in the wind for niggas to come and get 'em
On my next album, Im'a have some fun 'em, spank 'em all around so everybody forget 'em
They Envy, I got the 'hood in a frenzy
And I move smooth the wooden Benzy
Blend in, niggas will ya for a pen
need food, baby momma need fin
You know me, New cap on
whip that I got off a rap song
Im the fan with the illegal on
Teflon n a beater n black on
Its on!

[50 talking..]
Wassup? the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk, ya niggas got me all up..
Im finna few of you mother fuckers man..
Know what Im sayin'? Watch ya niggas say somethin' out ya mouth, boy
You better stop usin' ya mouth, before I help you NOT be to use ya mouth Mother fucker!