[Intro: 50 Cent]
You know Clue, right, I'm tryna holla at this bitch right
And I'm like 'yeah' I told her I write music for a livin'
And she's like 'yeah' I say "yeah, my name is 50 Cent"
And she said "oh you 50 Cent
You know I love your music, I listen to DJ Clue, I hear your music all the time"
And I'm like yeah, this bitch on my dick, I love this music shit, man, this shit is the shit right here, man
Ay yo, but I seen you in that black Escalade, Clue
And I seen your boy Skane in that silver 745, boy
Man, ya'll playin' hardball like a motherfucker
See me I switch up hoopties cause n***as pay n***as to shoot me
Ya know how it is in the hood

[Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent]
Dead men don't hear no applause
Don't men don't go off on tours
Dead men don't accept no awards
50 they thought you was dead
Yeah kid

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker
N***as thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
I Hit 'Em Up worse than Pac, watch me
50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker
N***as thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
I Hit 'Em Up worse than Pac, watch me
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I don't hesitate to pull out the Burna, n***a
I stick my snub nose in shit, that don't concern a n***a
I'm the reason that Coupe ain't got no top
I'm the reason that Ruger ain't got no shots
But when I squeeze, I tend to keep on squeezin'
If your lucky, you can run, and keep on breathin' (Yeah!)
When my knife hit ya windpipe and you start wheezin' (Huh)
Puttin' your hand over the hole, ain't gon' stop the breathin' (Woo!)
I am what I am, and I ain't gon' change, my fifth clip loaded to the tip, I'll blow out ya brains, trust me
I'm not what you used to homie (Rrrr)
You lil faggot, I'll tell ya fuckin' boss to blow me (Uh huh)
They puttin' pressure on you, you payin' 'em punk (Yeah)
I'd rather die like a man than to live like a chump (Uh huh)
I only walk wit a limp, when I walk wit a pump
I can't wait to see you scatter when I pull out and dump
Take that!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker (Uh huh)
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (I'm back)
N***as thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
I Hit 'Em Up worse than Pac, watch me (Whadd up n***a)
50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (Uh huh)
N***as thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
I Hit 'Em Up worse than Pac, watch me
[Outro: 50 Cent, DJ Clue? & [?]]
This, time, I'mma, hit 'em, harder (harder, harder)
This, time, I'mma, hit 'em, harder (harder, harder)
50 Cent
G-Unit
DJ Clue
Early
(Yo I'm over here chillin' wit my man Fiddy Cent)
Damn (We both from Queens)
That's hot man, rewind that (You know I'm sayin')
(And ya'll n***as can not, stop, Queens)