[50 Cent] 
G-Unit, they ain't ready 
AHHHH! 

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I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin 
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN 
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin 
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN 

[50 Cent] 
I've been out in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long 
I'm fin ta Crip walk and put some mo'herfucking khakis on 
Naw that's aight man I ain't got nothin to prove 
I'm rich but I still live like I got nothin to lose 
Look man, I don't know what you been drinkin I don't know what you been thinkin

But get outta line and Snoop's upside ya head 
The media they write whatever they choose 
And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news 
These other rap niggas couldn't walk in my shoes 
Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was paying my dues 
They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin 
Well tell them niggas to get poppin & stop frontin 
You heard of me but do you know how I get down 
Stay with a vest on, roll wit a couple tre-pounds 
In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now 
I'll start some bullshit and I'ma lay ya punk ass down 

[Chorus]  

[Young Buck] 
Hittin niggas from long range for writin the wrong thangs 
My name YOUNG BUCK but I look like a old mayn 
Just cuz I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne 
I make rap niggas dissapear like Lil Zane 
See Buck been shot, but not more than 50 
I don't dance, what I look like signin wit Diddy? 
I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me 
And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin 
What's in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty 
Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip 
Crips & Bloods they show me love like I'm claimin a set 
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check 
I get a kick outta seein these broke ass rappers 
Ten people showed up that's why your show got cancelled 
50 whatever they did to the kid is handled 
Niggas callin for these features but they get no answers 
FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAS 

[Chorus]

[50 Cent] 
Everywhere we go, just leaves number one 
We won't stop, every billboard chart (we number one, number one, number one) 
Man we own that slot, we won't stop 

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks] 
A bitch know it's a privilege if I stop to check her 
Nigga all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr. Pepper 
And I don't mean a soda 
The 16 top shot loader'll bend ya ass up like yoga 
Your fuckin wit a soldier 
I'm sellin tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder 
So please keep talkin 
So we can spread your feet, and have you on your boulevard C-Walkin 
The birds keep hawkin, why? 
Cuz I'm burnin every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston 
I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch I don't argue 
I'll leave a print in your ass from a karate kick 
Them niggas that Javey wit, got guns on the big body tip 
And if they pull out you'd prolly shit 
Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures 
Plus I light up trees like every day's Christmas