Yo, niggas be askin me "yo 50 who you got wit?" I'm a yall niggas who I got beef wit I got beef wit any nigga I make no money wit If I can't make no money wit you, fuck you G-Unit nigga, thats cause I said thats whatsup
Yayo] 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 pistol sales for my gun rip lungs and tear 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 black lex, My drop-top, fresh out the carlot I got the gift of raw speeches(?) So I'm gon sell like the box features in the hood 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 to the riches
repeat 2X] You can say you want about me As as you don't get in the way of my money all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your you get laid out
Banks] Lately I been going through a Hope they aint tap the Cause we got pumps the size of Therefore I'm on the move the squad I'm stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a Picture me jewels on a broad I'd rather put on the car A in the yard You really wanna fool with the god Nigga my front line long enough to two boulevards In game, you only make it far if you loyal And if you grew up your 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 to be cool Blowin green that enough to make a white boy open fire on a school Keep rappin for your hood, I'm rappin for And long assault rifles with on the lenses
[50 Yall niggas learn from me (Yeah!!) I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh) Yall niggas gotta learn me (Yeah!!) What I learned from Brucie B Look, I shot the And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass shot 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 took 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 smoke, look nigga I got what you need But it aint cheap I got mouths to feed always sayin 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 pussy 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, your mindframe change and start to rearrange I'll see you day motherfucker it's 50 Shots 'til your heart and freeze up, ease up motherfucker