[Intro - 50 Cent Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, 50 Cent, uh, yo
[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating sounds so good, but I might not be ready I don't If I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we bumped already Now we go
(*harmonizing over the - doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Pee Wee Herman) (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Niggaz down to Pee Wee Herman)
[50 Cent - 1] 50, lefty, no gun in my palm Bronx niggaz love me, they think our mics on (WOO) These rap niggaz not like me, too soft (yeah) Get down, I get up, shakin' shit off You white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh) Real niggaz glocks, and run up in spots We can Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds Or shit, my Rugers and glocks in palm (uh huh) Danger, ring the alarm, the ring of the Don I conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said in this song (god damn) I won't to put a knife or a slug in you And watch you bleed out, that little bit of in you You don't to bump heads with me, and get hit up You, you ain't got what it to fuckin' get up Holla niggaz names on records, that shit is out But holla mine in your next line, and get out
[50 Cent - 2] My jewels look so good, and my is so heavy I know If I should stunt for these hos again, I did that already Now we go
[Lloyd Banks - 2] (Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck if your favorite dies, to me thats my spot I'll celebrate his and eat at Haha (yeah) I've been hungry a little nigga weed in my high top (Woo) Face red, in need of a eye drop (uh huh) I had the black Delta Force, blue in the Back Jordan was flyin', and Ewing could dunk Of course, you can fuck now, you was the shrimp then Me on the hand, Don Bishop and Pimp King (*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in until G-Unit is yelled) I'm runnin' from a Munster I do this for the and every kid in a dumpster My name is poppin', and I ain't been at it My neck's 16, and made Flex drop a Benz bomb (G-UNIT!) I'm the best thing to to hip hop (uh huh) "Life After Death" and that Tupac shit drop I'm good to a white boy with a slick top up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop Who? where?, Master P says our don't tick tock I'm out my 6 shot, watchin' the Knicks flop Damn near the whole damn green Thats how my bedroom, like the World Trade after the scene (smoking) Breaking news, hijack, bus scream (yeah) I'm your worst nightmare, I crush half of team To me your line up is pussy, wet Pampers The uzi will have you like them G-Dep dancers (damn dude)
(*50 - harmonizing "doo,doo,doo"*]
stops
[Lloyd the fuck happen to the rest of the beat man?
(50 laughing)