Yo, niggas be askin' me "yo 50 who you got beef wit?"
I'm a tell why all niggas who I got beef wit
I got beef wit any nigga I can't make no money wit
If I can't make no money wit you, fuck you nigga
G-Unit nigga, that's whats up cause I said that's whats up

[Tony Yayo]
I get money, money I got
So its a 100 grams or better when I'm going to cop
I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier
And my down bitch as a holster, like I'm supposed to
Heavy pistol sales for living
My gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue
While I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep
That's the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress
See me in a black lex, hard-top
My mink drop-top, fresh out the carlot
I got the gift of raw pugilist speeches
So I'm goin' sell like the box office features
Niggas in the hood can't see G-UNIT!
But deep in they heart they want to be G-UNIT!
Cause we got them three B's benzes, burners and bitches
And plus we on the road to the riches

[Chorus: x2]
You can say what you want about me
As long as you don't get in the way of my money
Cause all that talking shit to me played out
Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out

[Lloyd Banks]
Lately I been going through a phase
Hope they ain't tap the phones
Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones
Therefore I'm on the move with the squad
I'm stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad
Picture me putting jewels on a broad
I'd rather put shoes on the car
A pool in the yard
You don't really want to fool with the god
Nigga my front line long enough to fill two boulevards
In this game, you only make it far if you loyal
And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled
Why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me
Ill leave you in water like the statute of liberty
Tryin' to be cool
Blowin' green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school
Keep rappin' for your hood, I'm rappin' for Benzes
And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses

[Chorus: x2]

[50 Cent]
Why all niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!)
What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G
Why all niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!)
What I learned from watching Brucie be
Look, I shot the sheriff
And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass getting shot
Here's the plan, I'm a keep stackin' my ends
Till I'm on airplane seats in the Maybach Benz
I'm all about the chips
I done took them trips
22's on the 6
26 on the bricks
And them out of town niggas, I'm chargin' why'all more
I tap dance on the shit I ain't servin' it raw
You sell smoke, look nigga I got what you need
But it ain't goin' cheap I got mouths to feed
Niggas always sayin' damn 50 you bugged
Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug
Gimme his watch and his chain
We not the same, he a lame
He want pussy I'm bout my money man
Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick
Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed
Yo its 50, when your mind-frame change and start to rearrange
I'll see you another day motherfucker it's 50
Shots till your heart drop and freeze up, ease up motherfucker

[Chorus: x2]

Writer : MC ELHONE, JOHN/SPITERI, SHARLEEN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing