Lyrics

[50 Cent - Verse 1] Yeah.... Y'all niggas spend too much time watchin' flicks Who you wan' be? Tony Montana n shit? Well you can start, right before his ass get hit But when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up? Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone I'm still down to sell crack out a fiends home God bless the child with a flawless flow Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow Like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow I'm a hundred time bigger than Preme in his prime 100 mill in my account and I'm still on the grind When you ain't in my clique, it's hard to shine I mean talent like this is so hard to find G-Unit! [Tony Yayo - Verse 2] I don't dream now that I'm livin, I'm out to get it My truck an ak can hit it I'm a rap tycoon, I was fly in thе whom So I'm gettin ass like a public bathroom I went from Rikеrs Island, to shows at the garden Automatic startin' in the drop got your bitch pussy fartin My album about to drop in 7 days But I still poke a rapper at the vma's Kilo's in a gram, po's be my fans That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan I got Gats from the future, see-through guns So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run Nigga I flip my advance before I ran through it 'cause that money turn haters into that barmen fluid My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10 Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben [Mase - Verse 3] Yeah, you know you messin' with a nigga that do this for a livin' Put two in the street while there's two in the kitchen Put guns in niggas mouth like "Who is you dissin'?" Be a year 'fore they knew who you was missin', nigga You gave, I had a gun at the chain, or one at the brain I have hoes back of the church, hummin' ya name Even then I feel it's like cheat my men Watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men I pop niggas in the chest they never breathe again Do 20 in the fitness see the streets again Just a man try wake up and can't wake up Back guards face straight up with pounds of make up 'cause everytime I run, scream, pop a 3-80 I hear a mother scream "Please not my baby" Quick as I see issue, bullets'll hit you, boy Your nobody so no one'll miss you Pain start to kickin' it's too much to get through Leave a nigga leakin' like the Indian ritual Who wanna run up on me to get known quick I blackout then snatch your chrome clique Leavin' jail in '91, made I'm homesick Move powerful like a Farrakhan atonement Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin Face wrapped up like I'm Saudi Arabian