[Chorus - Akon] Ohhh Don't even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies And when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill If niggas get to fu*kin' around, if niggas get to fu*kin' around
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent] Respect come from admiration and fear You can admire if you can catch one in ya wig You see the Testarosa the toaster's right on my lap So if a nigga get out of line a nigga get clapped I got an arsenal a infantry, I'm built for this mentally That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do Front on me now nigga I'll be the end of you Forget ya enemies and think of what'cha friends'll do I drop a bag off, then let a mag off The Heckler & Koch'll tear half of ya ass off I'm not for the games I'm not for all the playin' The hollow tips rain, when I unleash the pain Get the message from the lions or get the message from the nine Paint a picture wit' words, you can see when I shine Put my back on the wall nigga watch me go for mine I let twenty-one shots off at the same time, yeah
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[Verse 2 - 50 Cent] Where I'm from death is always in the air homie Nanna love me so you know she say my prauers for me I come creepin' through in the 'hood wearin' teflon Hit the corners muthafu*kas get left on Niggas know, if not they better check my background Try and stick me I fill ya back wit' mac rounds Ask 'Preme nigga 50 don't back down I keep it funky like fiends in a crack house Cross the line boy I'mma air ya ass out Screw ya face at me I wan' know what that's 'bout Nigga I know you ain't mad I done came up And if you are, fu*k you 'cause I ain't change up The O.G.'s wanna talk but I don't know these niggas And I ain't did no business wit' 'em I don't owe these niggas A minute of my time, I get it 'cause I grind All across the world like the globe's mine, yeah!
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[Verse 3 - Akon] Konvict Now tell me have you ever looked up at an instance And seen a mac aimin' at'cha head mayne? Before you know it life is flashin' reminiscin' And ya body is drippin' and full of lead mayne I done been there, I done cocked that It ain't never been a question I'm 'bout that Don't go there, ya can cock that And if ya plan to fu*k around then reroute that You never catch me ridin' around on these streets Without a couple metal pieces under my feet Fully automatic weapons and loaded wit' dumb-d's Stashed up under the carpet like a can of Seabreeze 50 don't make me ride on these niggas 'Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas 50 don't make me ride on these niggas 'Cause I'll be long gone like the Ripper, so