[Intro: 50 Cent]
50 Cent
Lloyd Banks!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nobody get hurt if nobody don't move just give it up smooth (G-Unit!)
Motherfucker you move I'll flash my tool and blast my tool (G-Unit!)
N***a you don't know me, and I don't know you, you think you know my crew? (G-Unit!)

[Verse: Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent]
I been a problem since the old days, pimps and gold caps
Now I'm in O.J. Simpson throwbacks (Un-huh)
Y'all was wonderin where my ass been
Probably vacationin on South Beach gettin' head like an aspirin (Woo)
If you gassed, I can let the TEC pound your ego
Or lock you in a closet with the West Nile mosquito
The press crowd in people, especially celebrities
I'm heavily shittin' on any Tom Dick or Gregory
N***a you better be strappin'
They want you dead if you rappin', I'm tryna to cave your head and your back in (Yeah!)
I'm gettin' bread and relaxin, and attractin a fan base of females with e-mails and letters to fax in (Ha ha)
In Vegas with a toaster and a blunt
And the hotel I'm checked in, got a rollercoaster (Get 'em Bank!) in the front
I'mma post 'em when I stunt, Sam Sosa of the month
Better yet the whole season, n***a, I'm still breathin', (Uh-huh) even though my dollars are green
I rap for the kids that's too poor to waste eggs on Halloween
I'm gettin' swallowed clean, my habits are good, collectin' all the karats I could
Slidin' from a (Ohhh!) stash spot to conceal the torture
And a good silencer to make it sound like the Wheel of Fortune (Yeah!)
All this careless talkin', 'cause I'm travelin' and flossin'
Havin' a good time, and you havin' a abortion (Come on)
You sucker for love, gettin' married and get divorced then
Can't even afford the batteries for your Walkman (Lloyd Banks)
I'm out the hood, burnin' Cali weed on Slauson where set trippin' turn to tragedies and coffins
Look, I mean what I'm sayin', you schemin', I'm sprayin'
Your team end up layin', on the sofa screamin' (Ohhh weee!) and prayin'
Sayin', "G-Unit n***as be rollin' crazy, holdin' 80s", older ladies starin' 'cause they starin' in that gold Mercedes
Since 50 hooked up with Shady, now they tryna book up and pay me
If you think I'm shook up you crazy, baby (Ahhhhh)
The boy strap two ninas
Smokin' out a bag big enough to fit on vacuum cleaners (Ahhhh!)
I wore a glove when I blaze your fatty
I ain't your baby daddy, she flippin', now he tryna grab me out the navy Caddy (Killin' 'em!)
I ain't your ave-y, papa was a rollin' stone, stockin' up to own a home, pocket full of loaded chrome, (Wooo!) drop and get a hold of dome
I know your motive homes, you mad, 'cause I'm fuckin' half your Motorola phone (Oh shit!)
I'm swift with the women I'm good with my words, a lot of
N***as is hatin' on what I deserve, I'm hotter (Ahhhh!)
Front if you want, end up on the curb in your Prada
And your mans runnin', ambulance comin' (Ahhhh!)
'Nother day, another dollar, on the low from the Impala
I can have a sixsome in my shower (Shit), muhfucker (Ahhhh!)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nobody get hurt if nobody don't move just give it up smooth (G-Unit!)
Motherfucker you move I'll flash my tool then blast my tool (G-Unit!)
N***a you don't know me, and I don't know you, you think you know my crew? (G-Unit!)
I send a n***a that you thought you knew to come through and put a hole in you (G-Unit!)

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Lloyd Banks
Ha hah!
50 Cent!
I ain't even gotta work hard
Look at these n***as, ha ha ha
The fuck you gon' do now n***a?
You a had the same n***as in the background for a long time
Think they gangsta
For goin' back and forth to jail
Well jumpin' the turnstile don't count, n***a, ha ha ha ha!