[(50 Cent]. GRRRRRRRRRR!. WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!. WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!. WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!. WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!. [Chrous: 50 Cent]. I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy. I got no choice but to be a riiida. I approach you boy with the toaster boy. Get to point blank range and fiiiya. I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich. Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread. Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit. Nigga trip I'll come for yo head. [verse1: 50 Cent]. I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on. The choir in your funeral singin you so long. The top shotta that rock product the block gotta. Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up. The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it. The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin. I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip. Catch you with your b**** throw a song to her dude. this is. [verse 2: Yung Buck]. (slow motion) G-Unit(regular speed) f*** your click. Like syphillis b**** you stuck with this. (SLow motion) I'ma loyal nigga nigga(regular speed). die behind mine. Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign. You done lost yo' mind bumped yo' head. Try to stop my shine but I got bread. And I ain't got time to hear what they said. When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head. [Chorus: 50 cent]. I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy. I got no choice but to be a riiida. I approach you boy with the toaster boy. Get to point blank range and fiiiya. I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich. Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread. Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit. Nigga trip I'll come for yo head. [verse 3: Lloyd Bank$]. I'm comin out of South-side you know I'm raw. Big ass check dey show our score. Pull the dough out and roll out the Kreamizore. Fo' Fo' out I know bout the keys of war. I'm HOT - five hunnid degrees or more. My do' block a M-16 or more. I'm in the store copin shit u ain't seen before. Black card swipe(yea) we galore(yea). [verse 4: Tony Yayo]. I said these niggas stop talkin then start worryin. The FEDS keep comin' the money we burryin. I'm in a mean loft I'm in tha Cream Porshe. I let that thing off then turn to T-Wolf. I drive a space ship nigga 2008 shit. Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape shit. Niggas on some ape shit they all get hit. Got the russian AK Haitian flag on the clip. [Chorus: 50 cent]. I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy. I got no choice but to be a riiida. I approach you boy with the toaster boy. Get to point blank range and fiiiya. I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich. Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread. Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit. Nigga trip I'll come for yo head (Nah Nah Nigga)