[Intro]
It's 50
It's The Unit
That means it's money (Ha ha)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Na n***a I don't know
I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Now a days n***as snitchin' so much in the street
But you gotta talk to them like they the police
Na, I don't nothin about poppin' the heat
I don't know nothing about settlin' no beef in the street
Na, I don't know nothing about baggin the grams
I ain't neva had no spot over hand and hand
Me, I don't know nothin' about taking a stand
I ain't neva get a n***a a** stuck in the can
Na, I don't know nothin' about dro or hash; coke, dope, X, dust, or crystal meth
Na, I'm just tryin to rap to get me some cash
keep the hip-hop police off my a**
[Chrous: Prodigy]
Na n***a I don't know
I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Ayo, thats my word on a stack of bibles
I don't know who did it, I don't know who resbonsible
Though I know who spit and all i know is who givin me this cash just to down 12 to get in yo a**
Listen, keep it far away from me, I ain't got time for sittin' in the penetentary
All I know i'm rich, all I know is that g-unit work, when the album drop they go bizzerk
Mad Video play, crazy radio spins, Number 1 all the time, our reign never ends
Don't point the finger at us, somebody sh** hangin', they had a beef with us cuz we don't know anything
[Chrous: Spider Loc]
Na n***a I don't know
I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do
[Verse 3: Spider Loc]
I don't know nothing about jumping out, splittin' homeboy head
It's really f**ed up cuz they say that homeboy dead
I can't even think who would want him dead
Have no idea what type a gun they have done him with
You see I hear no evil and I don't see no evil
They tryin' talk to, hear from, and see those people
And I ain't have them little homies burn up no regal
I'm just tryin to do this music thing and just go legal
i don't know why my name in yo female phone
but you really starting to sound like a female homes
Don't know why they told you we sell stones
We in the internet tryin' to get our e-mail on
[Chrous : Lloyd Banks]
Na n***a I don't know
I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do
[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
Na n***a, I don't know who sent the young boys through
To air the strip, this sh** just news happinin' out the blue
I don't be around here, I ain't hit the news
I don't know now why that man be clutching on his sh** when he move
I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his j**les
You know how easy it is to get sh** confused
I wasn't even in New York, I was just on a cruise
Somewhere way out in the islands, with yo b**h in the cruise
Oops, my b**h in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze
They get hit with the uz, ooze all over the street
I don't know why they say what's up, I don't know who's in that jeep
He talk about me all day but I ain't loosing no sleep
[Chrous: Mase Murda]
Na n***a I don't know
I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, and I don't know who shot you
I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do
[Verse 5: Mase Murda]
I don't know, why my chram about as big as your palm
and why the diamond chain I wear is bout as long as yo arm
You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezald
There is one, for everytime I had to grind up in the ghetto
I can show you how to do it, you tired of ridin' Buicks
I don't know why n***as rap for years and can't make hotta music
Even when, I don't do chicks release, body fluids
Body drop, shotty co*k, and n***as wanna tie me to it
I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say i'm they daddy
Why these Harlem CB4 n***as just keep, comin' at me
Got as many beefs as 50, and a n***a go to church
Could you image if my hands was in work
I don't know
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Na n***a I don't know
I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do