Yo, be askin me "yo 50 who you got beef wit?" I'm a yall niggas who I got beef wit I got beef wit any nigga I can't make no wit If I make no money wit you, fuck you nigga G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I thats whatsup
[Tony I get money, I got so its a 100 grams or better when I'm to cop I never hold the toaster cause I use my little And my down as a holster, like I'm supposed ta heavy sales 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 that have yo mama in a black see me in a lex, hard-top My drop-top, fresh out the carlot I got the gift of raw speeches(?) So I'm gon sell the box office features in the hood can't see G-UNIT! but deep in they heart they be G-UNIT! cause we got three b's: benzes, burners and bitches and plus we on the to the riches
[Chorus: 2X] You can say you want about me As as you don't get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me out keep bumping your gums you get laid out
[Lloyd Lately I been through a phase Hope they aint tap the we got pumps the size of saxophones Therefore I'm on the move with the I'm stingy as ever, to trick fast food on a broad Picture me putting on a broad I'd put shoes on the car A in the yard You don't really wanna fool the god Nigga my front line long to fill two boulevards In this game, you make it far if you loyal And if you grew up with mother and your father you spoiled Why swing, you be strapped to get rid of me Ill leave you in like the statute of liberty Tryin to be Blowin green that strong enough to a white boy open fire on a school Keep rappin for hood, I'm rappin for benzes And long assault rifles straps on the lenses
[50 Yall gotta learn from me (Yeah!!) What I learned from Gotta and Spank G (Un-Huh) Yall niggas gotta from me (Yeah!!) I learned from watching Brucie B Look, I the sheriff And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass shot Here's the plan, I'm a stackin my ends Till I'm on airplane seats in the benz I'm all the chips I done took trips on the 6 26 on the And them outta town niggas, I'm yall more I on the shit I aint servin it raw You sell smoke, look nigga I got what you But it goin cheap I got mouths to feed Niggas always damn 50 you bugged Cause I got hoes giving niggas the rape drug Gimme his and his chain We not the same, he a He want pussy I'm bout my man Crap table in had his bitch on my dick Threw a 7 so many times they thought the was fixed Yo its 50, when your mindframe change and to rearrange I'll see you another day motherfucker 50 Shots 'til your drop and freeze up, ease up motherfucker