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[50
Yeah, I like the way feel
This me wanna just (G-G-G-G, G-Unit!)
somethin, hahaha (G-UNIT!)

[Hook: 50
Nigga you shit on me, I on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
An eye for an eye
Survive the or die nigga

Get 'em Banks!

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks -
They can't me
I'm Lloyd Banks the one and
Not your buddy, not your pal, not ho-mey
But ain't a around that can control me
Oh no!!!

Uhh, I'm on that "Doggystyle" shit, man I love a ho
Poppa wasn't 'round, so I had to let my brother
Never at center, play the back and let your money grow
Most niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo
Jamaica neighbor yeah that's where I come from
If you see a nigga with me then there's more one gun
Fly straight soldier, tired of bein the dumb one
Or are you satisfied bein another Dun-Dunn
We all know turnin sour when you gettin it
Some niggas me in the hood, but I don't owe them niggas shit
Smilin all up my face like I know them niggas sick
But I can less, I'm on the Island and I'm gettin rich

[Verse Two: Young
Walk it and it, spit it how I live it nigga
Came from the country, Dirty South get it
Feds try and question me, run up in my ho-tel
They said there was a shootin, but they found no
New York City hell they throwin under jails
I got love for dem and I ain't even from
Now a shot for dem boys on da block
I can your pain nigga, I'm still in the game nigga
somethin bout the sound of a trey-pound
That make me pull up, hop out, and make a nigga lay
See every time we 'round, you some shots go off
And niggas get they chains snatched when tryin to show off
Shootouts in day, we do it the mob way
And come to out, these niggas softer than Sade'
I'mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my
And a wrist full of ice, you can me a Don motherfucker

[Interlude:
We got the
So make one wrong move and dy-ing
Ain't no time for coppin a plea and
Cause my niggas gon' stop ridin'
So you

[Verse Three: 50
I got a habit, nigga front I'll let you have it
When the shots go off, sayin 50 back at it
I'm allergic to the feathers on these bird-ass (yea)
Front and I'll put your on that curb fast nigga
I a marksman, one spark and I spray shit
Nuff rounds from that H-K, I don't play (uh-huh)
Move like I'm militant, on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggas can't me (yea)
I squeeze 'til I run out of ammo, if a problem it's handled
I your people pourin our liquor and lightin candles
You around I blow your brains on my New York Times
Run home, turn to the sports and read your mind
It's crystal clear, you should feel that gat bust
First there's scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse
We don't go to funerals, but we'll go to your fam
Do your body all up, you made a mistake man