[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeahhhh man
G-G-G, G-Unit!
Ha ha
Yeah

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
One, here come the two to the three to the four
Don't be surprised n***as kick in your door
Screaming and yelling "get the fuck on the floor"
Waving that Mac-11 and that four-four
We here for that bread and the bricks of the raw
No 9-1-1, no calling the Lord
You better off praying n***a call on the Lord
Just yesterday you was so hardcore
Now you got your mama duct taped on the floor
Next time watch who stunting at boy
The blocks hot n***as ain't eating no more
So they don't give a fuck lay down or go to war
Eat hollow tips and them clips for sure
They [?] [?] Teflon [?] [?] [?] boy

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Now aybody in the club fuck with me
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Now aybody in this club fuck with me
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Now aybody in this club fuck with me
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Now aybody in this club fuck with me
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
When the street lights go out and the thugs hit the block (Yeah)
If you ain't from 'round here homie you gettin' shot (What!)
I don't give a fuck who you work for 'cause you been a G
When it's time to re-up (What) n***a you don't spin with me (Bitch)
Whoever told ya, you can sell ya yola in the hood must've not been a soldier (Nah)
Let's get this understood, just because you're older
Don't mean a n***a that 16 won't come put six in a bitch beam

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Now aybody in this club fuck with me
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Now aybody in this club fuck with me
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Now aybody in this club fuck with me
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Now aybody in this club fuck with me
Put your hands up
Put your hands up

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Fuck it man!
I don't care if you put your hands up or not motherfucker, I'm
Fuckin' filthy rich right now
**Laughter**