[Intro: Lil' Fame]
Mo-P's, G-Unit, n***a
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Lil' Fame]
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Oh), you know I will (Yeah)
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Brownsville up in this bitch, n***a), with the back of the steel
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Brooklyn up in this bitch, n***a), yo' cap could get peeled
I'll whip yo' head, boy, yo' ass could get killed (Bitch n***a)
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will (I ain't battlin', n***a)
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), with the back of the steel (Don't wanna battle you, n***a, uh-uh)
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled (Get fucked up, n***a)
I'll whip yo' head, boy, yo' ass could get killed (Ahh), look

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame, Lil Fame & Billy Danze]
The first n***a that scream G-Unot to me
I'ma stomp yo' ass out with the Gortex beef and broccoli's
Somebody talk to homie, tell him I don't play ball (Say it, kid)
You fuckin' with them Saratoga hackers off a St. Marks (G-Unit)
N***a mad 'cause he went AWOL
But First Family is Fifth La Familia, all day, y'all
So go 'head and start a beef, yo' ass'll get popped
With a hot one 'cause we ain't blazin' hip-hop and R&B
I ain't a New York City ho that get pistol whipped
Then stripped for your jewels then I'ma rock 'em in the next video (Brooklyn)
You know how M.O.P. do it
We hold the block like that 'cause we don't rock like that (Uh, uh, uh)
[Chorus: 50 Cent & M.O.P.]
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed (Woof)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Two n***as in the front, two n***as in the back
That's four n***as ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
The voice in my head say, "Fuck all these n***as"
Then I start thinkin', "I should rob all these n***as"
Man, my homies, they wan' do whatever I wan' do
I'll say I wanna eat, they say, "Shit, we wanna eat, too"
Let's ride around, find a n***a stuntin' on Front Street
With the shines on n***as be lookin' like lunch meat
I run up on a n***a, pop, one on the floor
Tell 'em come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
Fuck a ski mask, man, n***as know who I is
I got a full clip and n***as know I get biz

[Chorus: 50 Cent & M.O.P.]
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed (Woof)
[Verse 3: Billy Danze]
From the midst of the dark, barkin', it's Bill Gates
From the behind the bodega with two eights, I mean
With intentions of settin' yo' ass straight, I mean
Yo' ass leakin', bleedin', reachin' for faith, I mean
You barely breathin', with your soft-survivin' ass
What happened to your hood vibe with your good ridin' ass?
What happened to the gangsta that you see on TV? (It was expected)
That's 'cause it was projected in 3D (Come on)
And you don't wanna see me comin', lettin' that Mac spit (Blam)
Send a n***a to a semi back flip (Blam)
Saratoga Ave., n***a, act sick (Blam)
M.O.P. doin' this rugged rap shit

[Chorus: 50 Cent, M.O.P. & Young Buck]
I'll whip yo' head, boy, you know I will
I'll whip yo' head, boy, wit' the back of the steel
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed (Ooh)

[Verse 4: Young Buck]
I got his homies screamin', "Buck you need to calm down"
N***as be gettin' killed every time you come around (Yeah)
We ran up in his crib, made his mama kiss the ground
She askin' God, "What my baby done did now?"
I'm taking everything, jewelry, I want it all
Duct tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall (Give me that, n***a)
Fuck waitin', we gon' starve waitin' on tomorrow (Huh)
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star (Rap star)
Jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar (Woah)
The MAC'll have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
And I'ma be on CNN again, it ain't my fault
March, n***a, step (Step), right, n***a, left (Left)
G-Unit soldier, I'm thuggin' to my death, motherfucker
[Chorus: 50 Cent & M.O.P.]
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled
I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed