[50 Cent]
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if s*** hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea f*****, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a a** outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm c***y, raps rocky, n**** you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you n****
I'll club you n****, I never heard of you n****, its ugly n****
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on n***** is only gon' leave you smoked
So the only thing left now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, f*** most of these cowards
They pop s*** 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
[Lloyd Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a b**** like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This s*** can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna f*** us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you f****s, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, n**** plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the rocks botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare n***** since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
We just find out what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mat
yer advance is a grey acura
these record labels got most artists gettin f***** like the gay rappa'
i go to college on a tour
I'm goin down in history n****, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, tec's polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a f***, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, White T, burgandy
you match now, back down
n***** love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
We ain't rich, but we be glad to s***** ya
I send cars to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a d*** shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
n****
[50 Cent]
Still in the projects n****, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' f***** be there for the rest of yo m****f***in life
and yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....
to encourage you, somethin positive
aight well I ain't gon' lie to you m****f****, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the f***** curb
f***** dirtbag
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if s*** hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea f*****, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a a** outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm c***y, raps rocky, n**** you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you n****
I'll club you n****, I never heard of you n****, its ugly n****
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on n***** is only gon' leave you smoked
So the only thing left now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, f*** most of these cowards
They pop s*** 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
[Lloyd Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a b**** like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This s*** can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna f*** us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you f****s, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, n**** plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the rocks botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare n***** since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
We just find out what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mat
yer advance is a grey acura
these record labels got most artists gettin f***** like the gay rappa'
i go to college on a tour
I'm goin down in history n****, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, tec's polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a f***, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, White T, burgandy
you match now, back down
n***** love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
We ain't rich, but we be glad to s***** ya
I send cars to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a d*** shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
n****
[50 Cent]
Still in the projects n****, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' f***** be there for the rest of yo m****f***in life
and yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....
to encourage you, somethin positive
aight well I ain't gon' lie to you m****f****, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the f***** curb
f***** dirtbag