Yo, be askin me "yo 50 who you got beef wit?" I'm a tell niggas who I got beef wit I got beef wit any I can't make no money wit If I can't make no money wit you, you nigga G-Unit nigga, whatsup cause I said thats whatsup
Yayo] I get money, I got so its a 100 or better when I'm going to cop I never hold the cause I use my little soldier And my down bitch as a holster, like I'm ta heavy sales for living my gun rip through lungs and tear through 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 gift of raw speeches(?) So I'm gon like the box office features Niggas in the can't see G-UNIT! but deep in heart they wanna be G-UNIT! cause we got three b's: benzes, burners and bitches and plus we on the road to the
repeat 2X] You can say what you about me As as you don't get in the way of my money all that talking shit to me played out Nigga bumping your gums you get laid out
[Lloyd Lately I going through a phase Hope they aint tap the Cause we got pumps the size of Therefore I'm on the with the squad I'm stingy as ever, known to trick fast on a broad Picture me putting jewels on a I'd rather put 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 only make it far if you And if you grew up your mother and your father you spoiled Why swing, you gotta be to get rid of me Ill leave you in water the statute of liberty to be cool Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy fire on a school Keep rappin for your hood, I'm rappin for And long assault rifles with on the lenses
[50 Yall niggas gotta from me (Yeah!!) I learned from Gotta Rock 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 getting Here's the plan, I'm a keep stackin my Till I'm on airplane seats in the benz I'm all the chips I done them trips on the 6 26 on the And them outta town niggas, I'm yall more I tapdance on the shit I aint it raw You sell smoke, nigga I got what you need But it aint goin I got mouths to feed Niggas always damn 50 you bugged Cause I got hoes niggas the date rape drug Gimme his and his chain We not the same, he a He want I'm bout my money man table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick Threw a 7 so many they thought the dice was fixed Yo its 50, when mindframe change and start to rearrange I'll see you another day motherfucker 50 Shots 'til your heart drop and freeze up, up motherfucker