[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I hear a lot of talkin'
N***as must be mad at Banks
But there's only one problem
N***as ain't as bad as Banks
N***a, youse front, you gon' get shot down
We fend to pump crack at your spot now
G-Unit! N***a, ain't nothin' change
You move, I'll blow your brains

[Verse: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent]
These n***as don't really want war (nah)
They just walk around frontin' 'cause I walk around stuntin'
Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for? (Yeah)
If you really want something, we can show up at your front door
I know my history—my family tree done said "master" (Uh-huh)
And fuck livin' positive 'cause negativity spreads faster (Yeah)
A celebrity has to bulletproof his car
'Cause big-heads come flyin' through your door like Casper (Woo)
I'm smokin' out the jar (Jar) scopin' out the bar
Distracted—see shorty' breast pokin' out the bra (Uh-huh)
Not the type to go spark metal and—
Start thinkin' you gangsta 'cause you hit a parked yellow van (Yeah)
Act hard but your heart made of marshmallows, man
Talk tough until you get cuffed and start tellin'—damn
Every day, I got a new bitch, and when I'm done with her—
It'll look like she dived headfirst into Cool Whip (Goddamn)
You only gon wind up dead tryna prove shit
I put chalk around your head like a pool stick (Yeah)
I gotta have bucks on the waist
I'm hungry like a South African with flies stuck to his face (Waa)
Catch Banks in a truck full of bass (Uh-huh)
Remember, I'm a bachelor—the four or five ducks gotta space
You could either get bust or get your ass jumped
The only trigger you touch is on the gas pump
I got my own personal slave—she really got a curfew
Cook and clean for the kid like Celie in "Color Purple" (Uh-huh, uh)
I know you wanna pop me, but— (But)
If I hit you first, the exit wound gon' be the size of a hockey puck (Ah)
Fuck, I really hold the rubber
I send sparks at you, and I don't mean Omillio or Bubba
I'm aimin' for a video or cover, huge tour-buses
A pound and a Philly, hold the smuggler
G-Unit's what's up right now
The Gucci cloth is on a Newport sign upside-down
You gotta come a lil' harder—n***a, you wear jerseys?
Well, mine is a throwback, and yours is a Starter (Hahaha)
You still gotta beg a ho (Ho)
And you mad 'cause you blowin' on oregano
You n***as'll never blow
Anyone to step in my ring is brave
I don't know a thing about hairstyling, but I can make a finger weave (Err)
Short stay, leave her butt in the telly
Lace up the beef-and-broccolis, peanut butter-and-jelly
I'm about to get this deal (Uh-huh), and shorty know
Thats why she foamin' out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer pill
I ain't loud around a snitch (Nah), I don't crowd around a bitch (Nah)
The jumpsuit match with the Carolina kicks
I been sick since n***as was on Harold Miner's dick
I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (Woo)
N***as can't stand the fact that I'm real (He's off, n***a)
I kidnap the queen from the castle and put her back on the pill
Gimme Barbie at her best (Uh-huh), Bacardi at the chest (Uh-huh)
I'm similar to the young Marcus Garvey at the desk
Used to have to push up; now, I hardly got to press
Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest (Ugh)
My success got suckers salty (Salty)
Blowin' steam like a cup of coffee
Click, pow! Get these fuckers off me
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I hear a lot of talkin'
N***as must be mad at Banks
But there's only one problem
N***as ain't as bad as Banks
N***a, youse front, you gon' get shot down (Shot, n***a)
We finna pump crack at your spot now
G-Unit! N***a, ain't nuttin change
You move, I'll blow your brains

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Lloyd Banks, n***a!
What's up, n***a?
It's 50, n***a!
You fuckin' wit him, right?
I know you fuckin' wit him 'cause I said you'd fuckin' wit him! That's my baby right there, that's my boy right there, my young n***a
What's up n***a?
The fuck!
I hear n***as hollerin that
"Keep it real" and all that, n***a!
N***a, n***a talkin' all that gangsta shit!
N***a, we get it poppin', n***a!
What's up, n***a?
Anytime n***a, I don't give a fuck if it's 4 in the afternoon, n***a!
Anywhere you see me, n***a!
Let's go!