[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
I left a message for your toy, got a chrome. 44
Get the message, come out and get the message

It won't even be a war, no beef no more
Get the message, come out and get my message


[50 Cent]
I was a itty-bitty ^!$$% when Prince killed Drake
I'm a shooter, ask Bizzy, he made us that way

I spend seven-and-a-half hours baggin up grams
Gotta watch these ^!$$%z with the sticky-ass hands
See my face, do a hundred grams chopped on the mirror

Tell me I can't eat, I ain't tryin to hear it
JoJo wanted the (*##$es, I was tryin get my weight up
^!$$% get in the way and get shot down, straight up

I'm grimy, yeah my friends killed my friends
Like Blackey, he did that %#@! to him
Get at me, I'm back strapped up again

I tried, I can't change, I'll always be the same
I tell my lil' ^!$$%z $#&@ pray
And any mother$#&@er down with 'em can suck me - I'm still mad

I got the cream to make a murder scene
If y'all ^!$$%z ain't shootin y'all can't
$#&@ with me, come $#&@ with me


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[50 Cent]
The D's kick my door, got knocked with a half a brick
I came on the nuts, son ^!$$%z ain't give me %#@!

I tried bein cool, that cool %#@! don't work for me
I put my gun in your face, you hear my $$# perfectly
You can't park 'round here while I'm down here

I shot Chris whip up, he came back shot Richie head
But that ain't who he aim for, get who you came for
Apollo, amateur night, your name is in lights

I don't clown, I get down, I'm a different breed
Yeah, wait until these jokers get a load of me
I watch your clique like a flick, find your backbone

Line 'em up nice, come through with the mac blowin
Beef ain't nothin new to me, it's all a repeat
I leave a shooter by your door to make your $$# sleep

Now come out come out, find out what I'm about
That Ruger, that luger, I air your $$# out


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