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 nigga I make no money wit If I can't make no money wit you, you nigga G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats
[Tony 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 bitch as a holster, like I'm 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 thing that have yo mama in a black dress see me in a black lex, 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 in they heart they wanna 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 what you about me As as you don't get in the way of my money Cause all talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping gums you get laid out
[Lloyd Lately I going through a phase Hope they aint tap the we got pumps the size of saxophones Therefore I'm on the move the squad I'm stingy as ever, to trick fast food on a broad Picture me putting on a broad I'd rather put on the car A in the yard You really wanna fool with the god Nigga my front long enough to fill two boulevards In this game, you make it far if you loyal And if you grew up with your mother and your 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 that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school Keep rappin for your hood, I'm for benzes And long assault rifles with on the lenses
[50 Yall niggas gotta learn me (Yeah!!) What I learned 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 shot Here's the plan, I'm a stackin my ends Till I'm on airplane seats in the benz I'm all about the I done took trips on the 6 26 on the And outta town niggas, I'm chargin yall 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 mouths to Niggas always sayin damn 50 you Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date drug Gimme his and his chain We not the same, he a He want pussy I'm bout my man Crap table in Vegas had his on my dick Threw a 7 so times they thought the dice was fixed Yo its 50, when your mindframe and start to rearrange I'll see you another day it's 50 Shots 'til your heart drop and freeze up, ease up