[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yo! Yo Buck, where my money at man?
Y'all n***as is playing what nobody is here but you, Spider and Ma$e
There's supposed to be three hundred thousand in there

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me
It don't bother me
When shell casings get to droppin'
It don't bother me
It don't bother me
When the wolves come out (Come out)
For the robberies
It don't bother me
Cause they know who I be
It don't bother me
Cause they don't bother me

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
N***a I'm always strapped I sleepwalk with the hammer
I bump into you wake up then blam ya
It's a new day, switch the case
Semi the fully and spray, n***a u can die today
Duck or get out the way
Every n***a I know hoop dreaming or scheming
Morphine and dope the fiends still leanin'
I'm a chip off the whole block, whip off the old lot
I'll rip off ya whole spot, let a clip off and more shots
N***as love Big Poppa, they wish Big was around
Cause I don't let them eat I lay my muscle game down
Imagine if there was no Preme there was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season, who the fuck need a reason
These faggot n***as cheesin', til they hit and they bleedin'
Peace talks save it, squeeze the milli wave it
I cause a crimewave, 9 bodies in 9 days
Lyin' sideways, havin' the beam on the side page
Call me genius, cause I know shit that you don't know
You gon' work for me or you gon' starve to ya bones show
And you can talk dawg but it ain't shit you can tell me
I'm filthy rich still eatin' peanut butter and jelly
Ain't nothin' changed but the chips, the cribs and the whips
You know me yeah I'm always switchin' the bitch
Like gooding on the mount, you know switchin' a pitch
I don't know nothin' about baseball but I'm pitchin' the bricks
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me
It don't bother me
When shell casings get to droppin'
It don't bother me
It don't bother me
When the wolves come out (Come out)
For the robberies
It don't bother me
Cause they know who I be
It don't bother me
Cause they don't bother me

[Post-Chorus: Young Buck]
It don't bother me neither, n***a

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
My n***as all ignorant, they don't listen to rap
They just fuck with the hoes and they be twistin' them caps
We all millionaires that be stealin' in stores
I don't pay for no G-Unit's, I just walk out the door
This ain't no funny money, this here the real bills
We got enough of this shit to go get Osama killed
Or pay a little n***a to find out where ya momma live
Leave her address in the mailbox to find her kid
And I don't need no helpin' hand from no other man
My name ain't Game, I'm really who I say I am
I think I'm getting more accustomed to the beef
I just caught a rapper yesterday and stuck him for his piece
I love New York City, New York can hate me
I ate up Ja Rule and made his fans pay me
I look at this Joe dude and think about soul food
Ever since Big Pun died, homie ain't had no clue
We 'posed to be friends man, thought we was cool
Yeah I smoked a blunt with you Jada but fuck you too
You know how gangstas do, they ride with choppers in they car
They sippin on syrup and they don't listen to Nas (Hell nah)
[Verse 3: Spider Loc]
I'm a banger homeboy and you don't know how I done been to bat
Up against the enemy, it's in me I'm just into that
Talk tough on the turf and I swear I'ma attend to that
And you can take that vest off cuz I'ma put 'em in ya hat
Point blank walk up ain't never did a drive-by
Catch a n***a slippin and let the 4-5 fly
Fif' got the East, Buck the one in the South
And the West Coast is mine, these n***as runnin' they mouth

[Verse 4: Ma$e]
It's like a n***a play with Murda cake, one in his vertebrae
You crazy enough to play with me then you deserve a wake
Of course a n***a word a wait, I raise the murder rate
Clap a shot at the cops like I never heard of Jakes
I been pumpin D, since days of Humpty
They can make a million dollars just bein' my flunky
I got a set of soldiers that I send outside to check my motor
You don't respect a loader then you neglect a odor
I see 'em, collesium Mama have to ID 'em
If the boy is Muslim, I lay 'em in the mosseleuim?

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Ma$e, Both]
When the drama get to poppin' (G-G-G-G you know what it is n***a)
It don't bother me
(G-G- G-G you know what it is n***a)
It don't bother me
When shell casings get to droppin' (Ha ha)
It don't bother me (You heard him)
It don't bother me
When the wolves come out (Come out)
For the robberies (Come out)
It don't bother me
Cause they know who I be (Hahaha)
It don't bother me (Yeah)
Cause they don't bother me
[Outro: Ma$e]
Yo
These n***as don't bother me, man
They can say what they want on the radio
I bet you nobody don't put they hands on me, no, I bet you a n***a don't put his hands on me
N***a can say what he want
I bet you a n***a don't put his hands on me
I'ma say that one more time, I bet a n***a don't put his hands on me
Miss Jones and them don't bother me, man
Wendy Williams love me now
Haha, but when she was talkin' she didn't bother me
Dipset definitely don't bother me
Who else?
Is there anybody else out there that think they bother me?
You don't bother me
Ha ha, G-G-G-G you know what it is n***a
You don't bother me