Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever So if **** hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm cocky, raps rocky, ***** you sloppy You know that I'm, 8 levels above you ***** I'll club you *****, I never heard of you *****, its ugly ***** I'm the wrong one to provoke You rattin on ****** is only gon' leave you smoked So the only thing left now is toast for these cowrads I got no friends, **** most of these cowards They pop **** 'till we start approaching these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [Lloyd Banks] I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer And who flip when I call a ***** like she Queen Latifah Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This **** can get uglier than the Master P sneaker We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna **** us I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas I'll sick rottweiler's on you ****as, cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero I'ma break before I lay floor berry Besides, every rapper ain't a star, ***** plad ain't bulbary You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy I know the rocks botherin ya vision But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why party wit a pigeon? I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps I'm the last rapper to scare ****** since Craig Mack Now every morning's a fast start And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark Run, move startin to raid And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs I'm the young pimp pardon my age I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids We just find out what club they at Take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mat Yer advance is a grey acura These record labels got most artists gettin ****ed like the gay rappa' I go to college on a tour I'm goin down in history *****, next to Wallace and Shakur I keep ya ammo clean, tec's polished in the drawer Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor By now, you probably heard of me Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a ****, you gon' have to murder me Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, White T, burgandy You match now, back down ****** love to hate you, but love you when you disappear Catch me on the boat wit **** smoke and fishing gear Heavy when I toke, C notes from different years Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs We ain't rich, but we be glad to snatch ya I send cars to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcha You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized It's a damn shame y'all still local I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals ***** [50 Cent] Still in the projects *****, you ain't goin nowhere You gon' ****in be there for the rest of yo mutha****in life And yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin..... To encourage you, somethin positive Aight well I ain't gon' lie to you mutha****a, he ain't goin nowhere Get yaself a beer, get on the ****in curb ****in dirtbag
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever So if **** hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm cocky, raps rocky, ***** you sloppy You know that I'm, 8 levels above you ***** I'll club you *****, I never heard of you *****, its ugly ***** I'm the wrong one to provoke You rattin on ****** is only gon' leave you smoked So the only thing left now is toast for these cowrads I got no friends, **** most of these cowards They pop **** 'till we start approaching these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [Lloyd Banks] I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer And who flip when I call a ***** like she Queen Latifah Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This **** can get uglier than the Master P sneaker We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna **** us I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas I'll sick rottweiler's on you ****as, cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero I'ma break before I lay floor berry Besides, every rapper ain't a star, ***** plad ain't bulbary You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy I know the rocks botherin ya vision But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why party wit a pigeon? I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps I'm the last rapper to scare ****** since Craig Mack Now every morning's a fast start And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark Run, move startin to raid And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs I'm the young pimp pardon my age I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids We just find out what club they at Take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mat Yer advance is a grey acura These record labels got most artists gettin ****ed like the gay rappa' I go to college on a tour I'm goin down in history *****, next to Wallace and Shakur I keep ya ammo clean, tec's polished in the drawer Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor By now, you probably heard of me Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a ****, you gon' have to murder me Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, White T, burgandy You match now, back down ****** love to hate you, but love you when you disappear Catch me on the boat wit **** smoke and fishing gear Heavy when I toke, C notes from different years Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs We ain't rich, but we be glad to snatch ya I send cars to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcha You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized It's a damn shame y'all still local I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals ***** [50 Cent] Still in the projects *****, you ain't goin nowhere You gon' ****in be there for the rest of yo mutha****in life And yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin..... To encourage you, somethin positive Aight well I ain't gon' lie to you mutha****a, he ain't goin nowhere Get yaself a beer, get on the ****in curb ****in dirtbag
