[Intro 50 Cent talking, breathing noises in background]
Hey pass that ^!$$%, we gettin' high
Yo, yo this is some bomb %#@! right here man

50 can't even smoke this mother$#&@er (ah haha, haha)

[Verse 1]

I can't smoke weed, cause my PO make me piss in a cup
^!$$% go ahead, disrespect me, I'll $#&@ you up
I ain't talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up

Yo don't want stitches in yo grill mother$#&@er, then chill
As a young buck, ^!$$%s always knew I puff
Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo)

I'm a sped ed kid, I'm gettin' all this paper (uh huh)
You should sit, scibble lines and see where it take ya
Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was dumb

Why the so called smart kids was poppin' guns
I think about poppin' a gun, and then get the lump sum
Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle

A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil
Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out
He the one that taught me, what bein' black's about

Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend's
Wrist, Sittin' up in them Benz, to be in the pen
In the hood we hit the number, but never the lotto

Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole
Let's go, let's flow ^!$$%


[Chorus Singing x2]
War, what is it good for absolutely nothin'
But ^!$$%s keep frontin'

$#&@ a ^!$$%, live like a soldier
Die like a soldier


[Outro Talking]
War, state of mercy ^!$$%
You see me pop off ^!$$%

Ain't no peace talk, (*##$ $$# ^!$$%
Fake gangsta ^!$$%, you want to seem ^!$$% (yeah)
You don't seem ^!$$%, yeah ^!$$%

Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid
50 Cent, new %#@!
My ^!$$% Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit

^!$$%s, ^!$$%s, "Rotten Apple"
And ^!$$% shy money, ain't fail ^!$$%
Uh huh, ya heard