Round Here

Lyrics

[Chorus: 50 Cent] Me, I call the shots 'round here I say who get shot, who don't get shot 'round here I say who can and can't pump on the block round' here Stick-up kids can get they ass got 'round here Niggas snitchin', D's comin', it's hot 'round here They finna run up on one of the spots 'round here Be on point, its easy to get knocked 'round here But be smart, you need to have that Glock 'round here [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] Yo, I'm on that James Bond shit That Z3 smoking that bomb shit, my guns in my armpit I'm still pitching rock and bundles of D But you can catch me in Hollywood with Pamela Lee Yo, my team stay rocky, kid In the crib, priced out, it's as big as Versace crib You could be D-Zel or Frel, my 9 mil I drive by and do you like the Russians did Denzel [Chorus: 50 Cent] Me, I call the shots 'round here I say who get shot, who don't get shot 'round here I say who can and can't pump on the block round' here Stick-up kids can get they ass got 'round here Niggas snitchin', D's comin', it's hot 'round here They finna run up on one of the spots 'round here Be on point, its easy to get knocked 'round here But be smart, you need to have that Glock 'round here [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] They ain't never heard a clique like mine so they admire us heavy Clue, you better get them firetrucks ready Cause I am, I'm hot now, I came up quicker They comparing me to veterans, nigga And I'm too young to buy liquor I'm holding out till they break the pore of a chip straight Struggling, baby, I'm on tour of a mixtape Fronting'll get ya bashed in Nigga, my flows worth mills like the dress Princess Diana crashed in [Chorus: 50 Cent] Me, I call the shots 'round here I say who get shot, who don't get shot 'round here I say who can and can't pump on the block round' here Stick-up kids can get they ass got 'round here Niggas snitchin', D's comin', it's hot 'round here They finna run up on one of the spots 'round here Be on point, its easy to get knocked 'round here But be smart, you need to have that Glock 'round here [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Even the old folks in my hood know I stay with a gat They say, "Sabrina baby boy just don't know how to act" They sit in front of a hollow tip, leave a hole in your Jag' Big enough to fit a D battery in your back You call G-Unit Jew-Unit the way that money stack It's a fee for me, nigga you were paying for that We got artilleries and targets to spit it at Banks to popingp shots that they would sign on your fitted hats [Chorus: 50 Cent] Me, I call the shots 'round here I say who get shot, who don't get shot 'round here I say who can and can't pump on the block round' here Stick-up kids can get they ass got 'round here Niggas snitchin', D's comin', it's hot 'round here They finna run up on one of the spots 'round here Be on point, its easy to get knocked 'round here But be smart, you need to have that Glock 'round here [Outro: 50 Cent] Yeah, nigga! You need to have your motherfucking gun 'round here Don't be off to see the wizard, motherfucker Lion without a heart Barking and shit, you ain't gon' do nuttin', nigga Don't make me touch something out this motherfucker Go ahead and jump back, nigga I'm waiting on these niggas Ha ha You think I'm scared? Oh, I'm shakin' in my motherfuckin' shoes I'm scared to death, ha ha ha Don't I sound scared?! Hahahaha