[Hook X2]
  [50 Cent]
  Every hood we go through
  All the gangstas around know my whole crew (Nigga what)
  We hold it down like we supposed to
  Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs
  
  [50 Cent]
  After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out.
  I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout
  Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaks
  You see back in the hood it’s cuz I see they fake
  I preach a sermon about the paper like I’m cut flow a dollar
  I’ll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar
  I’m confused; I like Megan, Monica, and Mya.
  Missy’s freaky and Brandy’s shy, uh
  Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up.
  I’m on now, god damn it I done came up.
  Now you could find me with the finest hoes.
  Choosin’ which whip to drive by what match my clothes.
  I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man
  If I ain’t gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man
  Get outta line and I’m lightin’ your ass up.
  Semi-automatic spray, I’ll tighten your ass up (What)
  
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  [Lloyd Banks]
  Slow down little nigga
  Don’t exceed your speed
  Cuz I will put g's on they fitted like the Negro league
  I got connects so I don’t need no weed
  I’ve been in LA for a year now
  So I don’t see no seeds
  After I’m done you clappin’ the crew
  Hell yeah, I fuck fans
  Guess what your favorite rapper does too
  In a minute I’ma have the Jew to makin’ my rims spin
  My crew run wild at the Jamaica’s at Kingston
  Nothin’ but bling bling in ya face boy
  That’s why my knicks shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore
  I done find a nympho as soon as I pop a bra
  She had my balls head first just like a soccer star
  You can only stand next to the man if you proper
  Ya'll take care of birds like a animal doctor
  Been out and I’m buzzin’ niggas just slept on me
  So I’m out for revenge like one of bin laden's cousins
  
  [Young Buc]
  Read the paper, look at the news
  We one the front page
  Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage
  The ice and the Jacob watch make a broke nigga take somethin’
  So I gotta keep the four fifth with no safety button
  G-Unit getting’ money
  I know some artists is starvin’
  But play the game like they rich to me this shit funny
  I know you see me comin’
  Cuz on the front of the Maybach
  It say payback for those who hated on me
  I hate when niggas claim they bangin’ a gang
  You ain't no crip like snoop
  You ain't no blood like gang
  See I’ve been having beef
  I have my own bullet proof vest
  Most of my enemies dead I got about two left
  Until my last breath I’m sendin’ niggas bullet holes
  Innocent bystanders get hit tryin’ to be heroes
  You know how we roll
  Every where that we go
  It’s fo’ fos’, calicos, and desert eagles (yeah)
  
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