"Aye you want some of this s***"
"No, I don't want that s***"
"I don't give a f***, I don't play that s***"
"And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a n****"
"Man shut the f*** up"
"Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down"
"You see that brick house right there"
"That's the n**** crib when he come out you gotta tighten his a** up"
"I'ma get in the other car"
"Alright" (a car revs up)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If there's beef, c*** it and dump it, the drama really means nothing
To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
There's no time to c*** it, no way you can stop it
When n***** run up on you wit them things out (things out)
I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this m************ tape in court
I'll kill you - I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing
Catch you slipping, I'ma kill you, I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying,
Homie I ain't playing
[50 Cent]
Keep thinking I'm candy till ya f****** skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this b**** that's a good 'nough reason
I've seen gangster's get religious when they start bleeding
Saying "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they a** leaking
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya lil' handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side, s*** I'm alright with that
We reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact homie, you go against me ya f*****
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look n****, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
'cause ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
Cause I'd get tired of looking for ya,
Spray ya momma crib, and let ya a** look
For me
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
My heart bleeds for you n****, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the b**** in you
n**** you know the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, s*** changed m*********** I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still f****** hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at playing battleship well this ain't the same
Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers and up in shackles of m************ chains
Or laid out in the streets leaking out they brains
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)
If you don't want to get shot I suggest you don't go testing me (testing me)
All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessing me (blessing me)
Fin'nin to run rap 'cause Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)
Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feeling real bulletproof up in this m***********
Cause my windows on my m************ Benz is bulletproof n****
Cause my m************ vest is bulletproof n****
Cause my m************ hat is bulletproof n****
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a f****** concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right n****
"No, I don't want that s***"
"I don't give a f***, I don't play that s***"
"And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a n****"
"Man shut the f*** up"
"Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down"
"You see that brick house right there"
"That's the n**** crib when he come out you gotta tighten his a** up"
"I'ma get in the other car"
"Alright" (a car revs up)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If there's beef, c*** it and dump it, the drama really means nothing
To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
There's no time to c*** it, no way you can stop it
When n***** run up on you wit them things out (things out)
I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this m************ tape in court
I'll kill you - I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing
Catch you slipping, I'ma kill you, I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying,
Homie I ain't playing
[50 Cent]
Keep thinking I'm candy till ya f****** skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this b**** that's a good 'nough reason
I've seen gangster's get religious when they start bleeding
Saying "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they a** leaking
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya lil' handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side, s*** I'm alright with that
We reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact homie, you go against me ya f*****
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look n****, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
'cause ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
Cause I'd get tired of looking for ya,
Spray ya momma crib, and let ya a** look
For me
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
My heart bleeds for you n****, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the b**** in you
n**** you know the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, s*** changed m*********** I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still f****** hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at playing battleship well this ain't the same
Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers and up in shackles of m************ chains
Or laid out in the streets leaking out they brains
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)
If you don't want to get shot I suggest you don't go testing me (testing me)
All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessing me (blessing me)
Fin'nin to run rap 'cause Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)
Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feeling real bulletproof up in this m***********
Cause my windows on my m************ Benz is bulletproof n****
Cause my m************ vest is bulletproof n****
Cause my m************ hat is bulletproof n****
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a f****** concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right n****