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[Intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing in background]
Hey pass nigga, we gettin' high
Yo, yo this is some bomb right here man
50 can't even this motherf**ker (ah haha, haha)

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I can't smoke weed, cause my PO make me in a cup
Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, I'll you up
I talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up
Yo don't want stitches in yo motherf**ker, then chill
As a young buck, always knew I puff
Yousta see me go to school, on a bus (woo)
I'm a sped ed kid, I'm all this paper (uh huh)
You should sit, lines and see where it take ya
Had violent tendencies, so they I was dumb
Why the so called smart was poppin' guns
I think poppin' a gun, and then get the lump sum
Grampa my role model, yousta on a bottle
A pint a Crown Royal, make your boil
smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out

He the one that taught me, what black's about
Now the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my

Wrist, Sittin' up in Benz, to be in the pen
In the hood we hit the number, but never the
Life in the lane, one wheel hit the pothole
Let's go, let's nigga

[Chorus - - 2X
War, what is it good for absolutely
But niggas keep
F**k a nigga, like a soldier
Die like a

- Talking]
War, state of mercy
You see me pop off
Ain't no peace talk, bitch ass
Fake nigga, you want to seem nigga (yeah)
You don't seem nigga, yeah
Right? Kayslay, Kid
50 Cent, new
My nigga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo,
Niggas, niggas, 'Rotten
And shy money, ain't fail nigga
Uh huh, ya