[Intro:]
Yeah! [car tires squeal]
Ya say this shit
Ya know?
2 G's up!
Uh!
Gang Green!
Yeah!
GGG-GGG- G-Unit!
Boy! [2 gunshot]

[Verse 1:]
God don't make no mistakes, it's all written (yeah!)
That's why I'm spittin shit is all rippin'. (uh!) [gunshot]
Everybody rattin' and flippin', it's all different! (uh-huh!)
Your boy glisten. - I send them to the mortician! (huh!) [blast]
They got drama for 'em! - So the Llama on 'em! (yeah!)
I'm Obama strong! (yeah!) - Osama gone! (yeah!)
Golden diamonds on. (yeah!) - The rap's dyin', gone! (yeah!)
I get them all in the truck - the Mack barrel's for 'em. (haha!)
A Mack, I was born! - That's why it come natural
I ain't gotta hit ya. - I'll let my son clap ya! (yeah!)
I'm aggravated and my clock's runnin' (runnin'!)
I'm on point like the cops comin'. (comin'!) - Don't make me drop somethin' (whoo!) [blast]
This is for the block cousin. - The present and the past!
All I need is my money! - A Desert and a mask! [shot]
You ain't got to ask! - You ain't gettin' in
Me and you ain't never been friends!
[Chorus:]
(Don't show no love!) It don't matter who you are, what you was
Showing fake love will get you plugged. (Don't show no love!)
These fake n***as giving fake hugs
And now your blood dripping up at the club! (Don't show no love!) [gunshot]
Having too many friends'll get you rubbed
Man that's why I move around with the Snub. (Don't show no love!) [shot]
It don't matter who you are, what you was
Showing sympathy will get you a slug. (Don't show no love!) [echoes]

[Verse 2:]
Uh! - 80's baby! - 4:30 to be exact
Around here, drama don't get squashed you need a Gat. (whooo!)
It's a Catch-22. - Your neighborhood will be the trap
I ain't a role model! - This shit's hard enough just being black. (uh!)
You ain't got the bling Bank$ wearing. - Don't bring the hate near him!
The rap Hank Aaron. - Candy paint glaring! (DRIP!)
Panties on the mirror. (uh!) - A gift from Shakira! ('ey!)
Her baby daddy walking - she want a 4-wheeler! (uh!) [gunshot]
She know the weather's clearer - out in Venezuela (how?)
Cause I told her so - not cause I showed the hoe. (OH!)
I'm a roller yo - since a shorty bro (uh!)
My G.T's black - my seats' oreo! (YEAH!)
We keep 40's low - my fist's camouflaged
Your threats bore me yo. - They're just audio!
I got all the dough. - It brings orgies in (heey!)
Smoke then I'm gone with the wind! [2 gunshots]
[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
'Ey! - Pants hangin' off of my ass, I ain't a rockstar, (naah!)
I'm a hood n***a! - That made it off the block dawg (yeah!)
Fling the bandana out window in a limo
Blowing Endo getting head (uh!), bopping to an instrumental. (whooo!)
Keep the heavy metal in case the Jack Boys jump
Loose lips sinks ships. - Don't get your shit sunk (uh!)
Keep a full clip for anybody that touch the bread
Light his ass up! - Jack' O'Lantern his fuckin' head
Fuck the wack shit! - I'd rather listen to Buck instead!
I ain't worried about them! - They ain't even nothin' dead! [gunshot]
Go at them with the Bernie Mac tension
You spending more than you make, you hustling backwards. (haha!)
I jog through rappers, It's nothin but practice
Man, I "Ja Rule" rappers! - Turn them into actors, (OOOHH!)
UHH! - Why you think they salute me when they see me?
Cause half of these n***as wanna be me! [blast]

[Chorus]