[intro]. Trackmasters 99 shit. Huh uh huh uh yea. [Chorus]. Slow dough is better than no dough (fa sho). Get caught talking to popo (what you say to him son?). They hit you with the fofo (blaow that's right). My niggas is loco (loco). Yo to diss me that's a no-no (no-no). Y'all niggas is so-so (so-so). That's why you ain't got no dough (broke ass niggas). Put me through any test I bet ya I'll pass cause I'm a cheater. Broke niggas smoke niggas rich niggas smoke Cohiba's. My team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days of shell toe Adidas. And ain't shit come between us. Look I'm winning now and I'ma keep on winning. I see with you ain't nothing changed same ginen same linen. Fuck the don shit nigga I'm an armed convict. I live wild beat cases before a trial. Grand jury style I'm foul. You wondering why I don't smile. I'm schemeing to stick you up now. Son I be the first to blast the gun the last to run. While you hit the pavement son I mash you ugh. If you don't know you better go and ask someone. 50 Cent is my symbol and my name. Symbolizing the change that I'm bringing to this game. Things'll never be the same (never the same baby). [Chorus]. Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shot. Like I won't grab the glock and run up in your spot. Six double O drop I'll put two in your knot. And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you've got. Here I stand on the alley on godrule. Same spot where rob got shot. The block's high. Warrent squad flashing my mug shot. Everybody know I'm loco kill the popo blast the fo fo rode dolo. Rock solo I should be old T on the low yo. Pump the six and push the volvo. I hear they go kuku and go puff loco. I sell llelo and price up and down like yo yo. But keep that on the low do nobody's supposed to know yo. I make 16 hundred off of every ho do. Fucking with the cash flow that'll get you blast yo (haha). I always get the last laugh yo. [Chorus]. I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for wreck. While you niggas race neck to neck. While niggas who live from cheque to tech. I ain't even going to front I ain't working with a full deck. Life in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cards. Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat. As soon as I start dreaming I'm right back on the street. Any nigga in this game flowing they think they can see me. Gotta be fucked up in the head and smoking hemee. Believe me if you thought like me you could be me. But you ain't been through what I been through and this shit ain't that easy (one). [Chorus]