(feat. Lloyd Banks)

[50 Cent]

Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if %#@! hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar

G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea !@$)got, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it

Don't make a $$# outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm @@#!y, raps rocky, ^!$$% you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you ^!$$%

I'll club you ^!$$%, I never heard of you ^!$$%, ugly ^!$$%
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on ^!$$%s is only gon' leave you smoke

So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, $#&@ most of these cowards
They pop %#@! 'till we start approaching these cowards

While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd Banks]

I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a (*##$ like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper

This %#@! can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna $#&@ us

I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you $#&@as, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros

When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, ^!$$% plad ain't bulbary

You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision

You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison

I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare ^!$$%s since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start

And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs

I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
^!$$%s find what club they at

take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
get advances from grey agra
see these record labels got most artists gettin $#&@ed like the gay rappa'

i go the college on the tour
I'm goin down in history ^!$$%, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer

Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a $#&@, you gon' have to murder me

Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back down
^!$$%s love to hate you, but love you when you disappear

catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishin' gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs

You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive

you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals

^!$$%

[50 Cent]

Still in the projects ^!$$%, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' $#&@in be there for the rest of yo mutha$#&@in life
and yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....

to encourage you, somethin positive
aight well I ain't gon' lie to you mutha$#&@a, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the $#&@in curve
$#&@in dirtbag