N***as think its a game, better not be playin'
Man when I come around
Better stay in ya lane or it get outta line, Im layin' ya down

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I be, Ridin' with my banana clip
A-k A-k 47, Trick
Ridin' with my banana clip
A-k A-k 47, Bitch
Ridin' with my banana clip
A-k A-k 47, Trick
Ridin' with my banana clip
A-k A-k 47, Bitch

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
The shit I be on, got my money long (Fa' sho)
I bet I keep it gangsta 'till Im dead and Im gone
I got this new song, boy Ill do you wrong
Hit you with the chrome, upside ya head split ya dome
Dont talk on the phone, n***a dont talk on the phone
The FEDS'll have my black in jail so long, man
Its 50 the 'Don, my flow be the bomb
Theres weed in the bong, bringing' the hoes and its on
This is more than a song, my word is my bond
The keys in the backseat, n***a Im home
Im cool n Im calm, Im so full of charm
The bitches love a n***a, Oh you mad huh n***a?
You wanna get it on? We can get it on
Shots'll get blown, n***a your momma among
And ask where you gone, and burn up ya bones
And make a 'lil shrine for ya ass in her home
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I be, Ridin' with my banana clip
A-k A-k 47, Trick
Ridin' with my banana clip
A-k A-k 47, Bitch
Ridin' with my banana clip
A-k A-k 47, Trick
Ridin' with my banana clip
A-k A-k 47, Bitch