[Intro]
Yeah, words from the late great B.I.G. man, you n***as have some audacity
Sell four mill then you're half of me
Get off my dick, I'm the shit
I know y'all n***as copying my style

[Chorus]
They stay at home all alone in the zone bumpin' 50 shit
That gangsta music, aye
It makes 'em wanna grab the chrome and just roam on they own
And do it how the gangstas do it, aye

[50 Cent Talking]
You n***as want problems you're welcome
Frank's not around anymore, New York's mine

[Verse]
Blood set, Crip set, gangsta, respect
I give n***as the green light, you get your whole crew wet
You've been rappin' a long time
You ain't got chips yet
You had that ounce a whole week
N***a you ain't flip yet
Before I leave the crib I make fo sho I don't forget shit
Mac, check, clip, check, vest, check, I'm ready to roll
It's no contest, I'm the coldest from the East
N***as mad I'm doin' good so I wake up to new beef
N***as sayin': "I know 50 back when his name was Boo
When he used to pump rock on [?], before he blew"
Then when they come through sayin' "what's up", I'm like: "who are you?"
We ain't never made no money together
Then we ain't cool
Cocaine, baking soda, pot full of boiling water, teach ya how to cook crack
N***a, how ya like that?
Turn a buck into a stack
Man I mean a G stack, just took you from three-and-a-half to fourteen, ya peep that shit
Street shit, keep shit on the low n***a
We roll shit, smoke shit, pass the dro n***a
[Chorus]
They stay at home all alone in the zone bumpin' 50 shit
That gangsta music, aye
It makes 'em wanna grab the chrome and just roam on they own
And do it how the gangstas do it, aye, aye

[Outro]
Yeah man
Keep it real gangsta like, you know I'm sayin', November 4th, G-Unit album in stores
November 4th, G-Unit sneakers in stores
It's goin' down like that, you know I'm sayin'
Silverback guerillas in the concrete jungle baby
Hahahaha
You gotta love it