[50 Cent]
I, know, you, know
I'm, on, fire
[Hook: 50 Cent]
If, you don't know, who I be
You better ask somebody about me
Oh, you wanna be tough n***a, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust n***a
If, you don't know, who I be
You better ask somebody about me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
Now I'm rollin' with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here n***as'll do anything to reach a buck
Cause when you broke you can't afford to f** ya sneakers up
I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
Learn how to separate the real from the fake ones
And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on
My n***a just lost his momma, and his daddy gone
From now on I can provide cause my paper's straight
Family losin' his legs, but I can take the weight
Some n***as hate but I'll be damned if they hold me down
Front n***as didn't know me then, bet they know me now
Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown
Cause every time I turn around a n***a locked down
While I'm in the world, tryin to bring my loot through
Hopin' one day we can kick it like we used to, my n***a
[Hook]
[Verse Two: Young Buck]
Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer
My goal is to try to f** Trina by the summer
Some n***as hate me, but they only made me
Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby
G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
Next time, we only usin' Dr. Dre's beats
f** you, pay me, take your magazine flicks
This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this
Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler
Plus I probably done robbed mo' artists than Russell
Always in trouble, you can blame my mother
Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle
I ain't crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds
Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb
Keep my hand on my Glock, and my ear to the streets
I'm a country boy, you can hear it when I speak
G-Unit!
[Hook]
[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
Bentley Azure dreams, G-5 agenda
The hood had made a n***a heart colder than December
Don't take much to make my gun go off
One shot'll make a hardrock look oh so soft
If you don't know you better ask who I be
Or end up in ICU gettin' fed through a IV
Down in the Lou', they say they feelin' me dirty
In New Orleans they say I'm that n***a, ya heard me?
From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don't front
You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up
Rollin that weed up
n***a get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
f** that, we're on that same bullsh**
Same forty-cally Glock, same full clip
p**y claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me
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