G-Unit made it and Obie's coming D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach 50 percent of it's 50 cent The other 50 percent of it's who's color of
out, and blow they motherfuckin back out That's a real nigga for ya [Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x) We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try
here So I gotta move round wit a full clip round here Lil sneaky mufuckas will pull shit round here Next thing you know you wakin up... [50 cent:] When
B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all gonna do now? [50 Cent] + (P. Diddy
exclusive (Come on) [Chorus] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it {*"I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" -
posse, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die [Chorus] - 2X [Verse 2] You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah) Well 50
(feat. Destiny's Child) [50 Cent] What y'all know about this fab shit, huh? TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh Look we can shop together mama
[Talking] Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby 50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna
[50 Cent] Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
hotter then ya oven I'ma New Yorker but I sound southern And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin After we play, ok, got to ya husband [Chorus: 50 Cent] [50
wrist's upgraded I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob I'm still on the strip, tryin' to get my grims off Nigga tryin' to flip and its a Mexican
how you move it, Go ahead put ya back into it, Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it, Shake... shake... shake that ass girl. [Verse 1] Go, Go, Go, 50
I summersault bricks Black talents start flyin, when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
(feat. Mobb Deep) [Havoc Intro] Yeah [50 Cent Intro] Oh Yeah.. What the fuck you lookin at shorty?! Hahaha... You don't want it lil' nigga.. [50 Cent
head only think with his dick Fake love.. So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends Dont show no love, don't pretend [Verse] 50 got Yayo gettin
[Verse 1: 50 Cent] I run the show now, I got the blow now You wanna hold now? You can come cop Im on the low now, I got the fo' pound Incase a mother
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Nigga roll that good shit Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high [VERSE 1: 50 CENT