[into]. Yeah listen to me nigger you'll want to dive in!. [verse1]. Can I get the Benz or Lambo. You already know my rhymes and ammo. I blowing the smoke coming out of gun and candle. I'll leave you lying on the floor. You finish and gable. You have to believe in my fables. The feds try to clip my Motorola. When I'm enjoying my Corolla. In search of my head. Some Niggas pay. Run behind your money nigga this is one of the ways. I have spent much time in jail. This ruin of bricks can go at any time to donw. I make hot I make hot do not stop. Shaken in Tokyo in London we pop. So I want. Kissing my summer-gun. Ending with the fanatics in Ramadan. YEAH!. [chorus]. There is still soft hard is your toft. Take that soldier boy. Pistols the dangerous toy. Let all the joy. [hook]. Motherfucka knows the unit of nigger. Damn now I'm killer. [verse2]. Yea nigger get around to your girlfriend. The free G-Unit who you'll blame. This is our game. Yea the southside will bang. New song new rhymes. New figures from the crime. Jeep matte black down the street. The bitch out of his car his weak. Putting your foot off the line kid. That is our base has no where to hide. You can't cry you should cry. Position of the star is our life. Our good life!. [chorus]. There is still soft hard is your toft. Take that soldier boy. Pistolis the dangerous toy. Let all the joy. [hook]. Motherfucka knows the unit of nigger. Damn now I am killer. [verse3]. OK! I'm so tasty as a chocolate cream. I trained the dream tean. Into in my convertible with that jeans. I'm the winner I'm your dream. 50 Cent the rap king. Touching the sky flying in my horse. I'll show my force. In my gray lead Porsche. In remembering the old days club. Turning the cap back and chewing bub. Leather shoes Italian suits are 'shows'. Diamonds bracelets and platinum pistols. Bentleys in the door photographers in the dark. Michael Jackson is wanted in my place I'MA STAR!. Running into a car. Clothing Gala over the waistcoat of war. Doped to wiskhy falling leg of the bitch. So I'm known as killer 50. YEAH!. [chorus]. There is still soft hard is your toft. Take that soldier boy. Pistolis the dangerous toy. Let all the joy