50 talkin: It's 50 cent & S-N-double O-P. You don't want no snoop & you don't want it wit me. Chorus (50 cent):. Everytime I come around they like "Oh No". I get to trippin; slap the clip up in my 44. Shit I been thru in my hood made my heart cold. I get to poppin off that thang like I'm loco. No sense in coppin pleas when you see my knife out. (knife out). Motherfuck his lights out (lights out). Here comes Snoop uh (oh shit) (Oh No). Sup Nigga sup now huh? (Oh No). Snoop:. Ricky Ticky Timble C's is the symbol. Courdoroy khakis stacies & brimmed up. Straight razors just to keep you trimmed up. 1-8-7 oh yeah now you remember. He's electrifyin & original. So gangster Snoop Dogg the criminal. The one you hate to love in the club in the cut. Hugged up wit yo bitch nigga I don't give a shit. You betta check dat ho that's what wreckin G. Now step your game down cause ain't no checkin me. You'll be respectin me until you leave this room. Or my gat'll go boom bullets go zoom. leave your names on a tomb. They pourin out liqour wit no room to consume you. silly bafoon. I pop niggas like balloons I ain't feelin em. Walkin in my big blue chucks cause I'm killin em. Chorus. Talkin: Hey whaddup cuz it's 50 cent; What's happnin. nigga?. 50 Cent:. Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin (Yea). Hundred miles an hour pulse flyin wit my eye... an. He who fears fate lives like a coward. You go against me you'll be devoured. then you get to poppin you'll have a change of heart. I hit your chest a couple times you'll have to change. your heart. Have doc usin donors dead niggas for spare parts. You come back wit lungs of a snitch an the heart of a. dead nark. Niggas never see the light till it spark. Then they bleed it get cold then shit get dark. you can call me the beast from the east I run these. streets. You can eat hollow tip shells or you can work for me. These rap niggas crazy my mercy has limits. Push Me - a hundred revolvers'll get to spinnin. Your services are no longer needed; Rock-a-bye baby. My bitch'll do it to you with a lil 380 (Yea). Chorus. Snoop Dogg:. I'm bailin thru the door again. Let the Momo pour again. Me & my ho again. Yea she got the four up in this motherfucker. And Imma bust it if you try to rush us or touch us or. sucka duck us. It'll crack off Now back off - real slow. An if you don't know I never hesitate to shoot a ho. Yea that's my reputation - you test my patience &. You & your fam - bam - gon hear the blam blam. Goddammit I'm at it again. They done let that bitch nigga up outta the pen. And now he lookin for me - what the heck - my game is. built on respect. Now I'm breathin down your mortherfuckin neck. I dumps till my clips is empty. I'm headin down Willshire to San Vicente. And when I get there don't ask who sent me. Just take dem shots an drop it like it's hot. Bitch Nigga. Chorus. Talkin: Ha-ha-ha. Yea Nigga. Just when you thought I was gone. Slide back up on you like the wind nigga. Hurricane D-O-Double G. With the GGGGG G-unit