Yo, niggas be askin me "yo 50 who you got wit?" I'm a tell yall niggas who I got wit I got beef wit any I can't make no money wit If I can't make no money wit you, fuck you G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats
Yayo] I get money, I got so its a 100 grams or better when I'm to cop I never the toaster cause I use my little soldier And my down as a holster, like I'm supposed ta pistol 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 of raw pugilist speeches(?) So I'm gon sell like the box features in the hood can't see G-UNIT! but deep in they they wanna be G-UNIT! cause we got them b's: benzes, burners and bitches and we on the road to the riches
repeat 2X] You can say what you about me As long as you get in the way of my money Cause all talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your you get laid out
[Lloyd Lately I been going a phase they aint tap the phones Cause we got pumps the of saxophones Therefore I'm on the with the squad I'm stingy as ever, to trick fast food on a broad Picture me putting jewels on a I'd put shoes on the car A pool in the You don't really fool with the god Nigga my front line long to fill two boulevards In game, you only make it far if you loyal And if you grew up with mother and your father you spoiled Why swing, you gotta be to get rid of me Ill leave you in water like the of liberty to be cool Blowin green that enough to make a white boy open fire on a school Keep rappin for your hood, I'm for benzes And long assault rifles straps on the lenses
[50 Yall niggas gotta learn me (Yeah!!) I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh) Yall niggas gotta learn me (Yeah!!) What I from watching Brucie B Look, I shot the 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 in the Maebach benz I'm all about the I took them trips on the 6 26 on the And outta town niggas, I'm chargin yall more I tapdance on the shit I aint it raw You smoke, look nigga I got what you need But it aint goin cheap I got mouths to Niggas sayin damn 50 you bugged I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug Gimme his watch and his We not the same, he a He want I'm bout my money man Crap table in had his bitch on my dick Threw a 7 so many they thought the dice was fixed Yo its 50, when your change and start to rearrange I'll see you another day motherfucker 50 Shots 'til your heart drop and up, ease up motherfucker