Hahaha

I told niggas not to shoot dice with me

Look at this stackI got money

I got money

Hahaha

Aww nigga don′t trip

I'll kill ya if you fuck with my grip

I won′t hesitate to let off a clip

Aww nigga don't trip

You gon' make me get on some shit

Run up on you quick

Wet up your whip

Aww nigga don′t trip

You gon′ get ya monkey ass hit

Runnin ya lip tryna fuck with my clique

Aww nigga don't trip

Case you didn′t know who this is

Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit

Aww nigga don't trip

I come through your hood, stuntin′ in my yellow Lam'

Murcielago, top down, nigga damn

I′m the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam

Cruisin', bumpin' Buck′s shit, Ruger in my hand

Thinkin′ the east ain't enough, its time to expand

I plan to head out west and plant my feet down

A nigga big as King Kong in the street now

I do a lil′ house shoppin', and buy me a crib

It′s palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid

I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks

Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on some dick

Mama'd turn in her grave if I married a white chick

But Becky′ll suck the chrome off a Chevy and shit

Niggas be wearin' fake shines, I'm rockin′ a lil′ charm

30 carats on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don

Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weed in the palm

Nigga you hustle, but me I'll hustle harder

I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder

My niggas move G-packs, every hour on the hour

They shoot when I say shoot, so I′m in a position of power

You fuck around if you wanna

Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched

I don′t need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch

Niggas know my steez, they don′t fuck with me son

You got a appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun

This is that Ferrari F-50 shit, its real laid back

Type shit you recline to in the Maybachs

I got two shooters now, on the run from the fuzz

You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz

I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour

Chrome and some wood grain

You know a nigga still really tryna move 'caine

Make a lil′ extra money on the side mayne

I ain′t playin', I′m up early with the birds word

Puttin' that work in

Pirrelli′s on the Porsche chirpin', I′m making moves

I got a hundred mil from music, a hundred grand from crack

Goin' to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack

Nigga you hustle, but me I'll hustle harder

I got what you need; them trees, that hard, that powder

My niggas move G-packs, every hour on the hour

They shoot when I say shoot, so I′m in a position of power

You fuck around if you wanna