[Intro]
Heavy hittas
Uh
Yeah
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh

[Verse]
Yo [?] can't eat, can't sleep, can't stunt when I'm around
I ain't even drop yet and I already run the town
You hear my name buzzin' cuzzin', it's 50
**Gun cocks**
Now who got a problem wit me
[?] [?] maneuver, New York city's Larry Hoover, twist a buddah (Yeah) on my momma couch cleanin' my Ruger
I got fiends standin' in line (Come on)
I'm still on the grind
Can't see I'm hot, ya blind, fat boy mad I signed
See that
That Benz is mine and the windows don't roll down, figure out why
Shoot at me, I shoot back and ya die
Seven outta eight in the Range, new seventy-eight on the Range, ya told 'em keep the change thinkin' the Range on top of my game
Simple and plain, knife in my cane like Pretty Tony in The Mack
Now who could fuck wit that

[Chorus]
Enough (Yeah) is enough (G-G-G-G-G-Unit!)
G-Unit
That's what's up (N***a)
50 Cent (Yeah!)
I'm too much
Stunt on me
And get touched
I said enough is enough
G-Unit
That's what's up
50 Cent
I'm too much
Stunt on me
And get touched (G-G....)