Yo, be askin me "yo 50 who you got beef wit?" I'm a tell yall niggas who I got wit I got beef wit any nigga I make no money wit If I can't no money wit you, fuck you nigga G-Unit nigga, thats cause I said thats whatsup
Yayo] I get money, I got so its a 100 grams or when I'm going to cop I hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier And my down as a holster, like I'm supposed ta heavy pistol for living my gun rip through lungs and through tissue I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep thats the same thing have yo mama in a black dress see me in a lex, hard-top My mink drop-top, out the carlot I got the of raw pugilist speeches(?) So I'm gon sell like the box features Niggas in the can't see G-UNIT! but deep in they heart wanna be G-UNIT! cause we got three b's: benzes, burners and bitches and plus we on the to the riches
repeat 2X] You can say you want about me As long as you get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get out
[Lloyd Lately I been through a phase Hope aint tap the phones we got pumps the size of saxophones Therefore I'm on the with the squad I'm as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad Picture me jewels on a broad I'd put shoes on the car A in the yard You don't really fool with the god Nigga my front line enough to fill two boulevards In this game, you make it far if you loyal And if you grew up with your mother and father you spoiled Why swing, you gotta be to get rid of me Ill you in water like the statute of liberty Tryin to be Blowin green that strong enough to make a boy open fire on a school Keep for your hood, I'm rappin for benzes And long assault rifles with on the lenses
[50 Yall gotta learn from me (Yeah!!) What I from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh) Yall niggas gotta from me (Yeah!!) What I learned from Brucie B Look, I shot the And nigga if you get too close yo ass getting shot Here's the plan, I'm a keep my ends I'm on airplane seats in the Maebach benz I'm all about the I done them trips on the 6 26 on the And them outta town niggas, I'm chargin more I tapdance on the I aint servin it raw You sell smoke, look I got what you need But it aint goin cheap I got to feed Niggas always sayin damn 50 you Cause I got giving niggas the date rape drug Gimme his and his chain We not the same, he a He want I'm bout my money man Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my Threw a 7 so many times thought the dice was fixed Yo its 50, when your change and start to rearrange I'll see you another day it's 50 Shots 'til heart drop and freeze up, ease up motherfucker