Lyrics

[Intro: [?] & 50 Cent] Colddddd, cold, coldddddd Hmmmmmm, hmh, mmmmmmm Genius Nigga what'chu know 'bout it Yeah! [Chorus: 50 Cent] Don't make me come and get ya boy (Boy) The 40 Cal'll hit ya boy (Boy) Them hollow tips'll split ya boy (Boy) So don't make come and get ya boy (Yeah) (Boy) [Verse: 50 Cent] Flow slow, eyes low from the dro, push the blow Pimp the hoes, throw them bows, fancy cars, designer clothes (Uh-huh) Gold coupe, new Vogues, big diamonds, white gold You fuckin' wit a psycho I write what you like though (Yea!) Full clip, don't trip, Blood, Crip, gangsta shit Westside, Eastside, riders ride, cowards die (Woo) Cold world, keep the heat, with me when I'm in the street 'Cause when you starving where I'm from, niggas learn to kill or eat Ecstasy, Crystal meth, Marijuana, Cocaine Man I got your drug of choice, here's a bundle of heroin (Ha ha) Sniff or shoot, G-Unit boots, snorkels and thermos My clientele is superior, when will you learn, yo? [Chorus: 50 Cent] Don't make me come and get ya boy (Boy) The 40 Cal'll hit ya boy (Boy) Them hollow tips'll split ya boy (Boy) So don't make come and get ya boy (Boy) [Outro: 50 Cent] Ha ha Can't stop it! I am! Unstoppable! Yeah! I'm changing my name, man Don't call me 50 Cent no more Call me 50 Interscope Cent Curtis Interscope Jackson I run this motherfucker Hehhaha