[Intro]
50 Cent is fallin' down, fallin' down, fallin' down
Get ya guns it’s goin' down, fuck the G-Unit
Oh ain’t no more motherfuckin' games man
Uh uh (You know what the funny thing is man?)
Uh
Uh uh, uh uh, uh (You came to me for help, man)
Zino
L.O. (I didn’t even know you, man)
Uh (Word up man)
Hangmen 3 (It's like )
Oh I know you mothafuckas didn’t think it was over (To this bitch made ass motherfucker Marshall Mathers, man)
Oh this shit has just begun
L.O. pass that man (This n***a's a fuckin' a clown, man)

[Chorus]
Made Men n***as don’t wanna stop
And my real street n***as ain't gonna stop (It's like yo)
To my money makin' thugs holdin' down the block (Foreal, foreal yo, you get fucked up foreal yo)
Get them drugs and the mothafuckin' guns to pop uh
Wet you, I'ma see you when I get you (And and as for Ja)
Put the forty in ya mouth, when I wet you, dead you (I run wit Ja)
You up in the hood 'cause I let you (So if you want it, then we'll bring it to your punk ass)
You was lookin' really shook when I met you
And I don’t like the way they look at you ('cause it ain't shit)
And I don’t like the funny things you do (Blow your fuckin' head off)
And I don’t like the way you tell them lies (But then again you [?] come out to [?])
50 Cent you gonna lose ya life
[Benzino talking over the intro & Chorus]
You know what the crazy shit was
You reached, you reached to me you fuckin' punk motherfucker
And I still ain't [?] [?] [?] your punk ass
I didn't even know you man
How the fuck you gon' show loyalty to this bitch ass motherfucker, bitch made motherfucker Marshall Mathers man
You must be fuckin' crazy or sumthin'
[?] [?] [?] [?] [?] [?] [?] n***a you a pussy n***a
You get fucked up foreal n***a
[?] said it, you don't wanna bleed motherfucker
And believe that n***a, I'm runnin' wit motherfuckin' Ja n***a
Keep his fuckin' name out your mouth

[Verse]
You the fed’s first artist, Eminem’s son
Three time platinum snitch always on a run
Sacrificial meat, the machine money maker
Dre stealin' beats then he saying he made 'em?
Zino spit heat, (Ether) always ready street sweepin’
50 feel these 50 cal hollow heat seekers
Fuck the magazine kill the kid if I have to
Tie him up, chainsaw his legs in the bathroom
Don’t confuse real life shit with this rappin’
You used to gettin’ shot, we gon' make it happen
Who sign ya name on ya life insurance policy?
Jimmy, Dre or Em? Or maybe all 3
Your just another fuckin' slave, stop yappin’
Curtis Kinte, sorry Ms. Jackson (slave)
You lookin' funny wit that bullet in ya face, (faggot)
Stop takin' you droolin’ all over the place
Who ya foolin’? You just a movin' target at the range
You don’t shoot back
What set you claim? (n***a)
Remember back when the first time I saw you? (Yep)
You was scared shakin' like a leaf (Bitch!) when I saw you?
You said ya had beef and ya man ran on you
You told me that these n***as put they bare hands on you
You fuckin' idiot, you ran in my session
Stabbed in the gut then you wanna start confessin’?!
You a snitch, how you gonna hide from that?
A C1 informant, classified rat
Where I’m from, we keep the hammers locked and loaded
Yayo took the fall cause you wasn’t gonna hold it
He the fall guy, PC'd himself the first week
“G” stands for girls, the Unit shouldn't speak
'Cause 50 you a wanksta and you never shot nuttin', you ain’t no gangsta cause you won’t pop nuttin'
Your fuckin' leader is a trailer park bozo, snatch him from behind rip his spine out his torso
He look stupid in that 'Free Yayo' shirt
I got n***as in the three that'll leave Yayo hurt
Surrounded by dicks wit no heart in they chest
Hollow spark rip apart that bulletproof vest
Had my first mill, way before you signed a deal (bitch)
Bust my first shots, way before you started to squeal (bitch)
Kill the head, the rest of them will fall apart
I’ma grind frontline when the ballin' start
I send the wolves to grandma’s house
Scud missile that bitch just for runnin' your mouth
It’s no coincidence, ya name is Five-O
Lighty is a fed, so you hang wit Five-O
And many men, shot you many, many times
And your n***as don’t believe what you say in your rhymes (bitch)
[Chorus]
Made Men n***as don’t wanna stop
And my real street n***as ain't gonna stop
To my money makin' thugs holdin' down the block
Get them drugs and the mothafuckin' guns to pop
Wet you, I'ma see you when I get you
Put the forty in ya mouth, when I wet you, dead you
You up in the hood 'cause I let you
You was lookin' really shook when I met you
And I don’t like the way they look at you
And I don’t like the funny things you do
And I don’t like the way you tell them lies
50 Cent you gonna lose ya life