(feat. Jay-Z). [Intro - 50 Cent + (Jay-Z)]. (YES!) Yeah ha ha yeah yeah. I know you hear the footsteps. [Chorus - 50 Cent]. If I can't do well homey it can't be done. Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop. I'ma take it to the top. Fo sho' I'ma make it hot baby (baby). [Verse 1 - 50 Cent]. I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin' I pop. Stand alone squeezin' my pistol I'm sure that I gotta. Now Peter Piper picked peppers and Run rocked rhymes. Now 50 Cent I write a lil' bit but I pop nines. Tell niggaz "Get they money right" cause I got mine. And I'm around quit playin' nigga you can't shine. You gon' be that next chump to end up in the trunk. After bein' hit by the pump is that what you want. Be easy nigga I lay your ass out. Be-lieve me nigga that's what I'm about gangsta. You could find a nigga sittin on chrome. Hit the clutch hit the gear hit the gas and I'm gone (Yeah!). [Chorus]. [Verse 2 - Jay-Z + (50 Cent)]. Everybody wanna rhyme like Hov'. 'Cause I rhyme like I be rhymin' in the Rove' rhymin' in them. HO!. Ma like the diamond will blind you at the show. I don't shine I glow I remind you of that dough. Don't I did I hustle the game just the thought alone. Give me a boner coach caved into a coma. Can't out hustle a hustla. You can't out play a player this rap shit is a lay-up. In my former buis' motherfuckers will spray ya. In the music buis' motherfuckers just say stuff. Spit on ya sprayer niggaz just play tough. When the camera's on when the camera's gone. Niggaz wanna set up meetings. 'Cause they know most likely when I see 'em I'ma set up a. beatin'. Windows no tints cars no rims. That's because we handle ours like grown men. I ain't touch ya wheels sent I drove the Ben'. That's 'cause it was a Coupe nah I ain't suit. I'm just telling the truth you Tom Cruise. You can't handle it handle it nigga is what I do. I try to be modest on "Blueprint 2". Y'all don't respect modest y'all respect my dollars. You gotta believe I think like an artist. But my bills through the roof can't do numbers like The Roots. (Oh No) No disrespect I be tryna disconnect. But niggaz keep pulling me back in trapped in. My pops gotta live wit this order my whole live in disordered. And I just got his living room ordered. And you wanna why the chip on my shoulders. Is more like a brick or a boulder you understand maybe when. you get older. Got a hundred niggaz on ya dick saying you oughta. Record like this or what have you nigga's is back stabbing you. Bitches mad at you 'cause they can't have you. Press wanna know about the daughter of Matthew. Now it's back to the hood again all Black hood again. Back to old lady saying what I coulda been. Back to the gats you forgot I'm real good with them. They gon' put a nigga in jail oh well. [Chorus]. [Verse 3 - 50 Cent + (Dr. Dre)]. I'm down for the action he smart with his mouth so smack 'em. You holdin' a strap he might come back so clap 'em. React like a gangsta die like a gangsta for actin'. 'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be askin "What. happened?". OH NO look who crept in with the FO' FO'. Twenty inch rims sittin on LOW-PRO. Eastside Westside niggaz ALL KNOW I'm LO-CO. Even my mama said "Something really wrong with my. brain". Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain. G-UNIT! we get it poppin' in the hood. G-UNIT! motherfucker what's good. I'm waitin' on niggaz to act like they don't know how to act. I had a sip of too much Jack I'll blow 'em off the map. With the Mac thinkin it's all rap. 'Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap". (It's a wrap nigga). [Chorus]. [Verse 4 - Jay-Z]. I'm not the two not the three not the four the five. I take the pain from my life pour it all inside. Take my strain and my strife take my ego and pride. Used it to kick down the door brought my people inside. And I hope you ain't think I wrote this. To entertain you that ain't what I came to do. I will bang you I will act like orangutan's do. I give you hot wings turn niggaz to angels. Understand my angle I'm safety first. Don't make me act like the safety don't work. Tough niggaz get it the worst I'm beggin you come for us. I'm giving motherfuckers dirt com-forters. [Chorus]. [Verse 5 - 50 Cent]. I been feelin I have to teach lessons to slow learners. Go head act up get smacked in the head with the burner. I don't fight fair I'm dirty-dirty. I'm from Southside Jamaica Queens nigga ya heard me. When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines. Get locked up they read books to pass the time. In the game there's up's and down's so I stay on the grind. Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch I stay on they mind. They ain't nothin' they could do to stop my shine. This is +God's Plan+ homey this ain't mine. I played the music loud so grandpa called me a nuisance. And grandma who always gotta throw her two cents. I'm the drop out who made more money than these teachers. Roofless/ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features. I am what I am you could like it or love it. It feels good to pull fifty grand and think nothin of it fuck. it. [Chorus x2]. [Outro - 50 Cent]. Uh huh hood make it hot. Dr. Dre Aftermath. Shady ha ha