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

[Tony - Verse 2]
I don't dream now 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 gettin ass like a bathroom
I went Rikers Island, to shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got bitch pussy fartin
My album to drop in 7 days
But I still a rapper at the VMA's
Kilo's in a gram, PO's be my
That's why I'm overseas shows in Japan
I got Gats from the future, guns
So when my leave the chamber I can see you run
I flip my advance before I ran through it
'cause that money turn haters into barmen fluid
My dope be a 8, a 1 to 10
Keepin in a place from Uncle Ben

[Muder Mase - 3]
You you messin' with a nigga that do this for a livin'
Put two in the street theres two in the kitchen
Put guns in niggaz mouth "Who's u dissin'?"
We give for they who u was missin, nigga
You can either 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
God leave the sky to come and greet my men
I pop in the chest they never breathe again
20 in the fitness see the streets again
Whats a man wake up who cant wake up?
Back guards face straight up with of make up
eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
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
start to kickin' its too much to get through
Leave a nigga like an Indian ritual
Who run up on me they get known quick
I blackout then your chrome clique
jail in '91, made Im homesick
Move Pow-Fu like a atonement
Raised in, caged in, let my spin
Face up like a Saudi Arabian

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

[Prodigy - 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 right this is spaghetti
Head mob niggas, my gun bomb
Go 'head and shoot, my pistol niggas
When I let off the whole Earth the effects
I mix CD's and 'em like album shit
Our albums, we treat 'em like the elections
On our campaign livin' up dresses
On the dance flo' the it flow
When you fuck with G-Unit you gon' fuckin' blow
When you fuck with Mobb Deep, bring some fuckin' hoes
its a gang of us and we ready to go
'cause after the party after the party we get so
We forget all the next day hun

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

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

Banks - Verse 8]
Niggas aint got on me, everybody know that
Niggas run up on a V, everybody clap
And if he aint he say, n everybody gon rats
Just rat, and catch little body all rats
Matter'fact, I dont hang out no lobby for rats (Nah)
The gun me back off Bacardi and Yack
Im in the club with the snub, this the part of the
A stray from the K will a part of ya hat
Im gettin cake like you wouldnt believe but im
By mainstream America and good in the
Now niggaz wanna all greasy (why)
Like aint used to open up for me in New York on tv (Ya know)
Skip all chatter, and walk off
A milly will make your body looker look all
Ya bitch me on the dolo and Im low-low
Damn near broke a for a photo
I aint ridin' around with a Dodo a No-No
taught me better than that you go to go home
Look at me now, a of poverty
I cant the way I gotta decide a me
The 'hoods fulla hurt but that was a
owe me an apologee, Im probably
A sixteen from the lottery
My keep guns, thats one of the things I gotta be
Im wrapped up in a dome shit, cause got all kinds of beef they want ya to come get
Im 2 with my weapon, cause they dont check 'em up
I know niggas from 'round there and they check us
All of the niggas was fans when I met 'em, just waitin' in the wind for niggas to and get 'em
On my 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
And I move with the wooden Benzy
Blend in, niggas will ya for a pen
Baby need food, momma need fin
You me, New York cap on
Batman whip I got off a rap song
Im the fan with the illegal on
n a wife beater n black on
Its on!

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