Guess who's biz-ack it's not beanie Siegal or J-Hov It's 50 Cent ya niggas should know Don't make me relapse Run up on yo' ass with the 4 You punk nigga I done told you before
Fuck being in a cage "man that shit's for the birds" I do my dirt in the hood but I live in the burbs When ya talk be careful how you choose your words Cause send niggas to put ya fuckin' brains on the curb Am I my brothers keeper? "Yes I am" You know to get low, you see that gun in my hand G-UNIT! Don't go fuckin' with my soldiers Boy I leave you laid out I'ma say "I told you boy" You rollin with twenty niggas, you rollin' with twenty guns Sixteen hollows in loaded in every one I know you slow so I do the math That's 320 shells lying at your ass (HA!) You spend alot of time talkin' bout how you ball out When you get hit you gon' run and bleed to you fall out I guess you didn't think we was down to go all out Once again you was wrong You ain't on the shit we on My money gettin' long Now my team gettin' strong I'm gone!!
Guess who's biz-ack it's not beanie Siegal or J-Hov It's 50 Cent ya niggas should know Don't make me relapse Run up on yo' ass with the 4 You punk nigga I done told you before
Guess who's biz-ack it's not beanie Siegal or J-Hov It's 50 Cent ya niggas should know Don't make me relapse Run up on yo' ass with the 4 You punk nigga I done told you before (bitch)