[Hook: 50 Cent]
I, don't know what you been thinkin'
Don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your a** down
Don't know what you been thinkin'
Don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your a** down
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I've been out in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long
I'm fin ta Crip walk and put some mo'herf**ing khakis on
Naw that's aight man I ain't got nothin to prove
I'm rich but I still live like I got nothin to lose
Look man, I don't know what you been drinkin'
I don't know what you been thinkin'
But get outta line and Snoop's upside ya head
The media they write whatever they choose
And the cops stay on my a** so I stay on the news
These other rap n***as couldn't walk in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullsh** while I was paying my dues
They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin
Well tell them n***as to get poppin & stop frontin
You heard of me but do you know how I get down
Stay with a vest on, roll wit a couple tre-pounds
In case you motherf**ers wanna jump bad now
I'll start some bullsh** and I'mma lay ya punk a** down
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Hittin n***as from long range for writin the wrong thangs
My name YOUNG BUCK but I look like a old mayn
Just cuz I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne
I make rap n***as dissapear like Lil Zane
See Buck been shot, but not more than 50
I don't dance, what I look like signin wit Diddy?
I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me
And on command, we spray give a f** who we hittin
What's in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty
Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip
Crips & Bloods they show me love like I'm claimin a set
These industry n***as know they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seein these broke a** rappers
Ten people showed up that's why your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to the kid is handled
n***as callin for these features but they get no answers
f** y'all n***as
[Hook]
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Everywhere we go, just leaves number one
We won't stop, every billboard chart (we number one, number one, number one)
Man we own that slot, we won't stop
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
A b**h know it's a privilege if I stop to check her
n***a all I got is hot sh** the kids call me Dr. Pepper
And I don't mean a soda
The 16 top shot loader'll bend ya a** up like yoga
Your f**in wit a soldier
I'm sellin tickets for a first cla** trip to a hospital folder
So please keep talkin
So we can spread your feet, and have you on your boulevard C-Walkin
The birds keep hawkin, why?
Cuz I'm heard in every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick, b**h I don't argue
I'll leave a print in your a** from a karate kick
Them n***as that I be wit, got guns on the big body tip
And if they pull out you'd prolly sh**
Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures
Plus I light up trees like every day's Christmas