Chorus-. I came in this world by myself (uh huh). So i don't need no friends (nope). I rather have it this way (yeah). It's ok it's ok (it's ok nigga). You motherfuckers gon' respect me (yeah). Cuz i can take you off here today. I rather have it that way (uh huh). It's ok it's ok (whooooo). Verse-. Uh... I'm on the prowl with the hammer hardly smile at the camera. too many niggaz is dyin' i'm spendin' time with my grandma (geah). a hundred grand in the safe a hundred grand in your face. a million plus in the bank will scuffed in the paint (Oh!). you handcuffin' that bitch she dont wanna be with you. all she want is your chips my lil' nigga beat it too (uh huh). stick the heaters through so we can party good. rare son will beat it through brawl it out in Hollywood. the Boywonder will unravel your team. i'm TRL next to Avril Lavigne all my carrots are green (uh). the booda is purple (uh) we rule and i hurt you (uh). you movin' in circles we do it all movies commercials (God Damn!). stadiums clubs ladies and thugs hood and the 'burbs. i'm on the red carpet cuz i'm good with my words. i'm ready for war i'm stackin' my chips. you flappin' your lips you niggaz ain' even hoodrich.. (Geah!). Chorus-. I came in this world by myself (uh huh). So i don't need no friends (nope). I rather have it this way. It's ok it's ok (it's ok nigga). You motherfuckers gon' respect me (geah). Cuz i can take you off here today. I rather have it that way (uh huh). It's ok it's ok (Ghea!). Verse-. Keep your circle official watch them niggaz thats with you (why). outsiders'll get you hot shit in your tissue (sue). all i need is my figures i aint stressin' no hoes (uh). ridin' roudn with my niggaz hand crushin' that 'Dro. Fiddy made me a star now they know who we are. album top of the charts your condo is my car (Ha). income is my chain. stash box is my watch (huh). you fairly new in the game i ain't passin' the rock (na uh). all i been sensin' is hate ever since i been straight. cuz they stuck in the hood hand crumbs in their plate (Ha). and i'm strappin' the nine in case they wanna combine. gather up on a nigga i ain't rappin' in line. keep your eye on your money stop eyeballin' mine. drop sumthin' every year flop all of the time. stop makin' your records i ain't answerin' shit. why don't you get off my dick... Bitch!. Chorus-. I came in this world by myself. So i don't need no friends (uh huh). I rather have it this way (uh). It's ok it's ok (it's ok nigga). You motherfuckers gon' respect me. Cuz i can take you off here today (uh huh). I rather have it that way. It's ok it's ok. Outro-. It's ok nigga... I don't need no friends... I got money.. Hahaha. G-UNit...!!!