[Intro: 50 Cent]
I'm tellin' n***as, man, I be givin' them the game, man they gotta listen, man
I told n***as "that bitch is harder than that fat n***a" man You'll see 'em put work in, man, this n***a sittin' around talkin' 'bout what he gon' do
Other n***a sendin' tapes
Talkin' 'bout it's gon'
He gon' be back in June, it's gon' be a hot Summer
N***a it's almost August
Ahhhhhhhh!

[Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yea
Ha ha

[Chorus: 50 Cent, Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks]
Now me I'm on some shit
Now me I'm on some shit
I will set trip
Through yo hood, bitch
I will let it go
I will let it go
That mac son, that tech, yeah that chrome fo, fo
Don't go fuckin' wit the kid, don't go fuckin' wit the kid
I'm sayin' this shit twice so you can get it in ya head

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Crime scene if beam, murda murda, man down
Six shell cases found, automatic trey pound
Crack spot, murder plot, n***as want me dead
I'm still ridin' in the drop, money on my head
I'm no joke, craze smoke, Cali bud burnin'
My n***as is my n***as the feds can't turn 'em
I'm a blast from the past, boy I'm smoother than Smokey
Fuck around I turn your name to Loki
I be the beginnin' and the end to the bullshit
Start and get finished right up wit' a full clip
[Chorus: 50 Cent, Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks]
Now, now, now me I'm on some shit
Now me I'm on some shit
I will set trip
Through yo hood, bitch
I will let it go
I will let it go (Yeah)
That mac son, that tech, that chrome fo, fo
Don't go fuckin' wit the kid, don't go fuckin' wit the kid (Don't fuck with me, man)
I'm sayin' this shit twice so you can get it in ya head

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
N***as shot my mama crib up, ya'll really disrespectin' n***as
When I catch you n***as, I put the tech to n***as
Virginia Tech you n***as but I ain't Chinese
I got two Glocks, I call 'em Siamese
Listen Yay squeeze, listen Yay kill
But I don't rat 'cause I make bail
Million dollar bomb bulletproof [?] [?], bulletproof suburb [?]
Everything Teflon, go on, my iron is a automatic flamer
Shit so big my waist need a lion tamer

[Chorus: 50 Cent, Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks]
Now, now, now me I'm on some shit
Now me I'm on some shit
I will set trip
Through yo hood, bitch
I will let it go
I will let it go
That mac son, that tech, that chrome fo, fo
Don't go fuckin' wit the kid (Uh), don't go fuckin' wit the kid (Nah)
I'm sayin' this shit twice so you can get it in ya head
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, I step out the Vee (Yea)
Step by the three (Yea)
Charbail Tee on a jet by the sea, follow me
I show the do's, don't's, the in's and out's
It sound like a horror flick when the engine shout
N***as start beef and run, take the ninja route (Yeah)
This is for the n***as that's boxed up
For throwin' they blocks up and couldn't shake Jake when they popped up (Huh)
The media be killin' my vibe but
I'm ghetto like the paper that you hang from the ceilin' to get the fly stuck
I'm a pimp soldier (Yeah)
Neck Rover (Yeah)
Pants off my ass, hat tilt over (Uh)
The same in the Winter, blade under the skelly (Uh huh)
I'm hotter than the phone booth outside of the deli
I'm the one, Southside, where the fuck you from, n***a?

[Chorus: 50 Cent, Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks]
Now, now, now me I'm on some shit
Now me I'm on some shit
I will set trip
Through yo hood, bitch
I will let it go
I will let it go
That mac son, that tech, that chrome fo, fo
Don't go fuckin' wit the kid, don't go fuckin' wit the kid
I'm sayin' this shit twice so you can get it in ya head
[Outro: 50 cent]
Yeah
This right here, this is what's was missin' right here
It's the Unit
Fuck you forgot n***a?
Ooooohhhhhh!
N***as can't fuck wit me, son!
I'm just playin' wit 'em
I'm playin' wit 'em, what the fuck you thought n***a?
I, I gets money, money I got, I get it!
Hahahahahahahaha
Ooohhh