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It's easy to see when you at me
If you look closely 50 don't down
Everywhere I go both coasts with
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack
little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq
time you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask me, the young boy don't back down

Any living thing that cannot with the kid
Must decease existing, little nigga, now
Your mami, your papi, bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty ass kids, fucking erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be
Knowing you get knocked you get fucked in the yard
a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle
I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an for your necklace
And your boss is a bitch, if he he would
Sell his for cheap, trade his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but you buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful cause to me you're a
I know niggas ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop
Jay put you on, X you hot
Now you run around like you big shot
Ha ha,

It's to see when you look at me
If you look closely 50 don't back
Everywhere I go both coasts toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that down
little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold down
time you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask me, the young boy don't back down

"The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do
How we gonna eat 50 back around"
That's Ja's little punk ass thinking out
'til I die, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game, shawty, to rule and
You sing for hoes and like the cookie monster
I'm the from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the hard niggas they come from Yonkers
been years and you had the same niggas in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack
Them niggas dead, they just suck, they no
I ain't never heard a nigga say like them in the hood
I'm better than ever on top of my game
Even them boys saying "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, my throne
I'm New City's own bad guy

It's easy to see when you at me
If you look closely 50 don't back
Everywhere I go coasts with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack
little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking Shaq down
time you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back

I ain't telling anyone you
I ain't anyone you getting extorted
I've been patently waiting to
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Show"
is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep, I'm a nightmare,
You hired cops to hold you down you fear for your life
But you heard about them guns I bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier,
(They not like you)
I know, I

Oh no, he say anything about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all know big thangs come in small packages,
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back the picture
They better not put hands on Jeffrey
Okay, first of all, don't know that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I will his ass up like a little piece of celery
Okay, cause see, they know me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I so
Cause you know that I know karate, and I see him
And I Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!