[50 Cent]
Yeah, it is what it is man
Uh-huh


Sirens flashin you know the routine, the crime scene taped off
It started out a robbery, they blew half his face off

They seen him shinin, cross full of diamonds he bought grindin
His first slip off the ladder of success he was climbin
The D's came through, askin ^!$$%z if they know what happened

Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin
Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me
They put me in a lineup last time and they arrested me

When it come to cookin !@%!e, they know I got the recipe
I turn a quarter to a half, that's why they mess with me
I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks

A little weed, a little X, a little H, little crack
Figure, I'll push it to the limit, take the %#@! to the max
Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat

Calm, in my palm's fully loaded firearm
First to let off last to run, everytime it's on


[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I tell ^!$$%z to suck my dick, get the $#&@ out my face
Cause I don't need 'em

Cause they're, never around, when I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin


(What? ^!$$% is there.. is there a mother$#&@in problem ^!$$%?)
(Oh, yeah that's what I, I thought so.. #~!!@!)


[50 Cent]
^!$$%z be talkin 'bout me, they always callin me crazy
$#&@ them O.G. ^!$$%z, they stuck in the 80's

Sayin they gon' do me somethin, now you know that's a lie
^!$$% you look at me wrong I let the hammer fly
I'm rich, I still wake up, with crime on my mind

Queens ^!$$% put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
When I say move, ^!$$% move, or get caught in the crossfire
I prevents runnin, cut my $#&@in hand on the barbed wire

This %#@!'s crazy, it's just a different day it's the same %#@!
Hollow-tip partin yo' head, leave your whole $#&@in brain split
They sick, they see me in that Aston Martin

What's the matter? They can't get that hooptie started
Thought they was grindin, well God damn, where that money at?
Thought you was puffed up, cause you was lettin paper stack

You ain't a hustler, matter fact, youse a buster
I don't trust ya, I should send ^!$$%z to touch ya


[Chorus]

(What? Who say they gon' do somethin to me?)

(Must be out your rabbit-ass mind, $#&@ around kill one of these ^!$$%z)