[Intro]
{*Gunshots*}
50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath
The Dream team
We gotta get the get well cards
N***as is sick
Feel this {*gunshots*}
Motion picture shit
Hahaha!

[Verse]
Now don't think I won't hit you cause I'm popular
I got a P-90 Ruger to pop at ya
Catch you slipping I'ma give you what I got for ya
My clip loaded with 16 shots for ya
You never had a hot gun on ya waist and blood on your shoe
'Cause a n***a went and said the wrong shit to you
Homie, you ain't been through what I been through
You not like me
And I'm not like you
I'm like an animal with it, when I spit it, it's crazy
Got semi-autos to put holes in n***as trying to play me
One shot is not enough you need at least a Uzi to move me
After four bottles of Dom, the kid start feeling woozy
I write my life
You write what you see in gangsta movies
I'm gangsta to the core, n***a, you can't move me
I find my space at the top
I got this rap shit locked
I never heard of you, you heard of me, I murder you
Spit shells through your convertible Lotus you notice
Rich or poor, hollows still go through your door
This is war
You scared of me, you not prepared for me, the kid is back
50 Cent, I know you like that
Yeah, I know you like that
Green Lantern, Shady Records, Anger Management Tour
Homie, homie, homie... yeah!