50 Cent

(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
This rap shit plays a major part IN my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit!
And I aint stoppin to my clique poppin
Swimmin in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit HER head up CAUSE HER AINT A dummy
Its funny, niggas rather see you sufferin and hungry
Im COMFY as hell, skatin wit another niggas money
YOU LYIN YA ASS off, you know you aint that tough
Im PULLIN your MASK off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, A PIECE OF DA GAME OR
Artillary thats about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)
IM WIDE AWAKE, BUT IT STILL feels like Im dreamin
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin my semen
The physical presence of a femaleS, THE form of a demon
Thats why, I fuck em and leave em
Get my nut while Im breathin
Cause they thought theyd catch me slippin, now Im duckin and trippin
Thats a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin?
You trippin, ON records could get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through MAMA BITCHIN in and out the kitchen
With probable causeS, PAPA WAS IN AND out OF prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four fives and nines than a deck of cards
[Tony Yayo]
You can take me out the hood, but cant take the hood out me (Cause what?)
Cause Im ghetto, Im ghetto
Niggas hate when you do good
But when you broke, your friends and your enemies
They love you, they love you
"Cheche, get the YAYO"
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the traiN
"Cheche, get the YAYO"
Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)
You can SNIFF me, cut me, Ill turn you to a junkie
Im the number one seller in the whole fuckin country
Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low
White boys dont call me coke, they call me blow
Its time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
IM smuggleD, Im nothin but trouble
Ill make your money double
Cook me in baking soda
Ill turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
Ill pay all your bills and fill your frigerator
Feed your family, turn your man to a hater
YOU CAN Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox
Put me in your Niks, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half you hustlin backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you movin forwards
IM tryin to move more birds
...In PA all day, on the corner of Third (NIGGA WHAT!)
[50 Cent]
You can take me out the hood, but cant take the hood out me (what?)
Cause Im ghetto, Im ghetto
Picture me polishin pistols, Im comin to get you
WHEN shells hit you, you screamin
Think Im playin? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Lets get it poppin
Start to wavin my M1, shell cases get TO droppin (Cmon)
IF DEATH IS ROUND the corner, I got too much pride to hide
Im outside, gun in my pocket, YOU stunTin ILL STOP IT
Im dyin to pop it, Im young and Im restless, you WANNA CONTEST US
As the world turns, theres lessons to be learned
Count all my blessins, clean up my weapons
Im ready for war, the strong survive, the weak SHALL parish
I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain"
Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
BALLIN out, cant stop gotta watch MTV, BET
Nigga you see me!
I wonder if you mad, cause Im doin good
or cause niggas feelin me more than you in your own hood
And it hurts cause you love em and they dont love you back
cause they know you just rappin and you dont bust YA gat
You pussy
Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fuckin frontin nigga
Talkin THAT gangsta SHIT on a record, I see you nigga
Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my hood nigga
Read the "Daily News" nigga you see them talkin about me nigga
Im in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, lets get it poppin
G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!
[ 8 Mile Road (G-Unit Remix) Lyrics ]