Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah... Soon as they hear my voice, right? They know it's 50 Heh hahaha Soon as they hearitin the club,they know the move [Chorus: 50 Cent, with Lloyd Banks] Y'all niggas bettermove When you see me come through Y'all niggas better move Or find out what my gun do Y'all niggas better move When you see that trey pound Y'all niggas better move Or stick around and get laid down Y'all niggas better move When you see me come through Y'all niggas better move Or find out what my gun do Y'all niggas better move When you see that trey pound Y'all niggas better move Or stick around and get laid down [Verse 1: 50 Cent, (DJ Whoo Kid)] I'm from the slum, where crack get slung and gats get slung D's run up in niggas cribs, son, we clap at them I got two felonies, this my third strike I might as well go out this bitch wit' a bang, right? (Ahh!) Niggas think 'cause I'm doin' good, I'll flip and get on some shiny shit The hood fucked me up, my brain still stuck on that grimey shit My chain look good, your chain look good (Uh-huh) I'll pop, shine it, and it sell it to a nigga from my hood (Yeah!) I don't know you before rap, you'se a Fed-ass nigga A stan-ass nigga, no-name brand ass nigga When I say "give it up," niggas gave it up smooth When I say "get low," nigga, that ass better move If you flash jewels, I flash tools, nigga, cash rules I'm nuts like cashews, blow ya ass out ya shoes, make the news Short fuse, a nigga's screws loose With my trey 8, I get it poppin' like Bishop in 'Juice' (Ahhhh!) [Chorus: 50 Cent, with Lloyd Banks] Y'all niggas better move When you see me come through Y'all niggas better move Or find out what my gun do Y'all niggas better move When you see that trey pound Y'all niggas better move Or stick around and get laid down [Intermission: Marquise Jackson] Fuck that, it's Lloyd Banks next! G-Unit – you know how we get down, don Marquise Diamond up in this bitch! G-Unit! [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Y'all better move, nigga! Get out the way! 'Cause I'm holdin', I could put a hit out today And I'm frozen, blowin' that blue shit out the bay And none of y'all niggas fuckin' wit' the kid – okay?! I'm thinkin' 'bout who to Bogart next They want the Juice and I'm Omar Epps I go hard, yet – Nigga, you somethin' like a old Corvette And I'm a Maybach, I stay strapped, behave, Black! I calm my nerves with a Chocolate or a Hay' sack Thinkin' of ways to pop up wit' a grey plaque And several knots in my pocket from the paid tracks So I get more head than any stocking or a wavecap (Yeah!) They get it poppin' in the crowd when they perform Don't come to one of our concerts wit' alligators on They think bickerin' back and forth with the Bank matters So I'll prolly die shootin' like Hank Gathers [Chorus: 50 Cent, with Lloyd Banks] Y'all niggas better move When you see me come through Y'all niggas better move Or find out what my gun do Y'all niggas better move When you see that trey pound Y'all niggas better move Or stick around and get laid down