[Intro: 50 Cent Fix motherfuckin face nigga! Look at fuckin chimpanzees Bunch of monkeys...
(Mr. Porter!)
Pharoahe Monch] I shot, I been stabbed I took all I have to give And I never ran, never Just so all you niggaz can I never there would come a day When my people would turn me And it tears me apart Cause I a Purple Heart Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should me Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should me you should salute me, nigga you should salute me I, I showed you a soldier's about, nigga you should salute me
Budden] Typical Joe Budden shit, and lovin it The know I'm the dude that governed it Paved the way for my sons, laid down the cement for my Ain't my y'all got stuck in it Lately, it change like the weather, one minute love me they hate me; I'm through with shenanigans I don't if dudes ain't a fan of him Can't a 8-figure nigga with the moves of a mannequin Talkin 'bout they go somewhere to meet me Man they just go somewhere to meet me Easy involve cops in it Got the key to my city, how the you think you got locked in it? Bitch!
Da 5'9"] 21 On the hip of 21 goons, salutin Bloody funds is what money becomes 21 on all 21 guns You from the D and you don't with me, you lame The streets and the internet fuck me the same So for that punk shit Cause nigga I'll smoke you, that's why say I stay on that blunt shit Niggaz'll spray you up they wet your lady up Then shoot the baby bassinet to shut baby up And I'm in with the bread I hold down doin time in the feds Pharoahe to 'em
[Joell Properly greet a I'd to take steps down to be on a pedestal I am what the 1-8 the 7 do Give it my all but you more, you lil' beggar you! Mean it's terrible, I showed hip-hop edible Never give that's not respectable Never somethin that's not incredible Never my soul for numbers left of the decimal I fucked up movements like cerebral palsy You don't me, don't pause me - I'll throw lead at you Mean I earned stripe and you know it you see me put yo' hand on yo' head and push it forward
I] Before land on your head and push it forward Eastside Long Beach, I'm only pushin four I organize a street You haters know I broke bread with at least of ya Out of town, hundred pound weed Got niggaz rockin Long Beach fitteds in East I been stabbed, I been shot, a imperfect Like my Grape Street I got a Purple Heart I kill your bitch at the salon on Windham They take a nap on your lawn on a Vuitton pillow Waitin for you to run out and say Come out your face frontin, dumb out and spray Bloaw! So now