[50 Cent - Talking] Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money aint no good in the hood, you know what I mean? Fucking head blown off nigga, you know? [Chorus x2] They, they talking that That gangsta shit They aint about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at Ill stop em from talking like that [50 Cent] Im the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon Cause these other niggas that rap aint on the shit that Im on Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack But when I come through, shh... the talking stop My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit Im marking my music like diesel on the block So if you with me you gon eat and you gon starve if you not Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha Ill send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you They aint used to a G like you, BLAM! [Chorus] [Young Buck] You think you a killer but we gon just pay em a visit Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it I keep a holster on my shoulder like Im John Wayne Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating Full of anger until theres no more bullets in the chamber Aint nothing like when you get popped and dont know who to blame-a Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely" So I go hit them niggas fore 50 couldnt even hold me Im waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must Bad as I want to, some shit I just dont discuss So point him out and watch how I knock him off Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching yall, motherfuckers! [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Come on, nigga, I aint here to make no friends, just cut the checks I got a long pump thatll put your stupid ass up in steps Begging niggas dont understand though Probably cause my hand glow when Im anticipating the lambo Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic Waving a white flag, the danger they might have My niggas buying so much ammo If you reach in the couch for loose change, youll probably feel on the handle Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes Theres only one team on top, we number one with a glock Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT! [Chorus]
Artist: G-Unit
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