 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)
50 Cent!
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