[50 Cent:]
Yeah this is just my intro
Its serious man this is Sirius Radio right here
Ggggg Unit Radio
Shady ha ha ha
Just givin' 'em a little somethin' somethin'

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You screamin' ya gun jam
N***a your gun ain't jam
They let off ya bitch ass ran
You screamin' ya gun jam
I know your type fam
You pussy I understand
You screamin' your gun jam
You run when the shots fire
You scared the fuck to death of that hollowtip diet
Intensive Care Unit after n***as get sprayed up
Jamaica Hospital third floor when you layed up
Make sure your bills get paid up
So its nine one one
When you see my gun
I'm popular n***a the police know me
Just cause of this rap shit I'm rich now homie
Man when you not around I got your bitch all on me
She want to be my wife now
She like my lifestyle
My shotty bumpin' its the sweetest taboo
I play something smooth when I stunt in my coupe
Ooooooo you know these n***as ain't like me
Everything I say I got in these raps I got bee
The cars, the cribs, the jewels, the tools
The nines, the Tecs, the Macs ooooooo
The burners the gats man if you confused
I'll send a n***a from my hood to put a hole in you
I rock G Unit hats, hoodies and shoes
Got "G Unit" tatted on my bitch too
I drink G Unit water watchin' G Unit porn
This is Shade 45 n***a G Unit on
[Mike Epps:]
Fuck the cos
Fuck all of 'em makin' money off of n***as
They just mad Yayo
Cause they can't make no more money off you
They was makin' a percentage off your head every day in there
Now you makin' off of them
Fuck 'em Yayo