Feat. Tony Yayo And Lloyd Banks. [50 Cent]. Yeah..50 Cent Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo. G-UNIT!. [Lloyd Banks]. This rap shit plays a major part of my life. So if you jeapordize it I got the right. To send a mothafucka at you tonight. G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin'. Swimmin' in barrels of money. Ma could walk around wit' a head up and challenge you dummy. It's funny niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry. I'm hungry as hell skatin' with another nigga's money. Take your hats off you know you ain't that tough. I'm callin' your bets off as soon as you act up. You know what I came for it isn't the game ball. Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!). By the way this feels like I'm dreamin'. Forty cal. under my pillow condom feelin' my semen. The physical presence of a female form of a demon. That's why I fuck 'em and leave 'em. Get my nut while I'm breathin'. 'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin' now I'm duckin' and trippin'. That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?. You trippin' more records could get my ass in position. Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian. Listen I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen. With probable cause it's probably sendin' out to prison. You got soldiers but you still gotta respect ours. We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards. [Tony Yayo]. You can take me out the 'hood but can't take the 'hood out me ('Cause what?). 'Cause I'm ghetto I'm ghetto. Niggas hate when you do good. But when you broke your friends and your enemies. They love you they love you. "Cheche get the llello". Picture me being crack out of town trips on the trail. "Cheche get the llello". Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!). You can sift me cut me I'll turn you to a junkie. I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country. Wallstreet niggas they cop me on the low. White boys don't call me coke they call me blow. It's time to go on the bus the train the plane. I'll smuggle I'm nothin' but trouble. I'll make your money double. Cook me in baking soda. I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover. I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator. Feed your family turn your man into a hater. Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox. Put me in your Nik's Timbs or Reeboks. If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards. Cop a hundred grams you movin' forwards. You tryin' to move more birds. ...In PA all day on the corner of Third. [50 Cent]. You can take me out the 'hood but can't take the 'hood out me (what?). 'Cause I'm ghetto I'm ghetto. Picture me polishin' pistols I'm comin' to get you. The shells hit you you screamin'. Think I'm playin'? I mean it. Man I done bought all these pistols. Lets get it poppin'. Start wavin' my emboies shell cases get the droppin' (C'mon). Like if it's down the corner I got too much pride to hide. I'm outside gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm stoppin'. I'm dyin' to pop it I'm young and I'm restless you know my contestants. As the world turns there's lessons to be learned. Count all my blessin's clean up my weapons. I'm ready for war the strong survive the weak will parish. I told you before hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain". Malasio twenty grand in chips at a dice game. Burn out can't stop gotta watch MTV BET. Nigga you see me!. I wonder if you mad 'cause I'm doin' good. or 'cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood. And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back. 'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat. You pussy. Yeah explain it to niggas in your hood nigga. They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga. Talkin' like gangstas on a record I see you nigga. Niggas know me nigga ask around in my 'hood nigga. Read the "Daily News" nigga you see them talkin' about me nigga. I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit. Pussy lets get it poppin'. G-G-Unit G-G-Unit G-G-G-Unit G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit G-Unit!