Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!)
Ha ha
[Hook: 50 Cent]
It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold Shaq down
Next time you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
[50 Cent]
Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existin', little nigga, now listen
Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin'
Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin' erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowin' that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle
I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace
And your boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his Knight to be Suge
You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothin', never popped nothin', nigga stop frontin'
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you run around like you some big shot
Ha ha, pussy!
[Hook]
[50 Cent]
"The rap game is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's lil punk ass thinkin out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game shawty, to Rule and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggas, they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack child
Them niggas dead, they just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood"
I'm back better than ever, on top of my game
Even them country boys sayin' "50 we feelin' you man"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own...bad guy (bad guy)
[Hook]
[50 Cent]
I ain't tellin' anyone you pussy
I ain't tellin' anyone you gettin' extorted
It ain't over.... (G-Unit!)
I've been patently waitin' to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show"
This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep
I'm a nightmare huuhhhh
You hired cops to hold you down cause you fear for your life
But you heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't goin' no where, I done told you nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier nigga (they not gon' like you)
I know, I know...ha, ha (G-Unit)
[Outro]
Oh no, he didn't say anything about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all know big thangs come in small packages, holla!
Now everythang was cool, until 50 Cent came back into the picture
They better not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery
Okay, cuz see, they don't know me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I though so
Cuz you know that I know karate, and I will see him
And I will Jet Li his ass!
Whitaaaah!
Ha ha
[Hook: 50 Cent]
It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold Shaq down
Next time you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
[50 Cent]
Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existin', little nigga, now listen
Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin'
Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin' erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowin' that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle
I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace
And your boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his Knight to be Suge
You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothin', never popped nothin', nigga stop frontin'
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you run around like you some big shot
Ha ha, pussy!
[Hook]
[50 Cent]
"The rap game is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's lil punk ass thinkin out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game shawty, to Rule and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggas, they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack child
Them niggas dead, they just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood"
I'm back better than ever, on top of my game
Even them country boys sayin' "50 we feelin' you man"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own...bad guy (bad guy)
[Hook]
[50 Cent]
I ain't tellin' anyone you pussy
I ain't tellin' anyone you gettin' extorted
It ain't over.... (G-Unit!)
I've been patently waitin' to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show"
This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep
I'm a nightmare huuhhhh
You hired cops to hold you down cause you fear for your life
But you heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't goin' no where, I done told you nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier nigga (they not gon' like you)
I know, I know...ha, ha (G-Unit)
[Outro]
Oh no, he didn't say anything about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all know big thangs come in small packages, holla!
Now everythang was cool, until 50 Cent came back into the picture
They better not put their hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery
Okay, cuz see, they don't know me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I though so
Cuz you know that I know karate, and I will see him
And I will Jet Li his ass!
Whitaaaah!
Track 10 on Get Rich or Die Tryin'
