[50 Cent]
  Yeah..50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
  G-UNIT!
    [Lloyd Banks]
  This rap shit plays a major part of my life
  So if you jeapordize it I got the right
  To send a mothafucka at you tonight
  G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin'
  Swimmin' in barrels of money
  Ma could walk around wit' a head up and challenge you dummy
  It's funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry
  I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money
  Take your hats off, you know you ain't that tough
  I'm callin' your bets off as soon as you act up
  You know what I came for, it isn't the game ball
  Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)
  By the way, this feels like I'm dreamin'
  Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen
  The physical presence of a female, form of a demon
  That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
  Get my nut while I'm breathin'
  'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin' and trippin'
  That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?
  You trippin', more records could get my ass in position
  Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
  Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen
  With probable cause, it's probably sendin' out to prison
  You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
  We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards
    [Tony Yayo]
  You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me ('Cause what?)
  'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
  Niggas hate when you do good
  But when you broke, your friends and your enemies
  They love you, they love you
  "Cheche, get the llello"
  Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail
  "Cheche, get the llello"
  Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)
  You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
  I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country
  Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low
  White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
  It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
  I'll smuggle, I'm nothin' but trouble
  I'll make your money double
  Cook me in baking soda
  I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
  I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator
  Feed your family, turn your man into a hater
  Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox
  Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks
  If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards
  Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards
  You tryin' to move more birds
  ...In PA all day, on the corner of Third
    [50 Cent]
  You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (what?)
  'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
  Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you
  The shells hit you, you screamin'
  Think I'm playin'? I mean it
  Man, I done bought all these pistols
  Lets get it poppin'
  Start wavin' my emboies shell cases get the droppin' (C'mon)
  Like if it's down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
  I'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm stoppin'
  I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you know my contestants
  As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned
  Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons
  I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish
  I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain"
  Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
  Burn out, can't stop gotta watch MTV, BET
  Nigga you see me!
  I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good
  or 'cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood
  And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back
  'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat
  You pussy
    Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga
  They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
  Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you nigga
  Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga
  Read the "Daily News" nigga you see them talkin' about me nigga
  I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
  Pussy, lets get it poppin'
    G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!