U-god - Who the f** is 50 Cent lyrics

f**in around, its that the f**in clown? 40 Cent? (uh-huh) If you real thing, cuz you was here You'll be f**in dead, you hear me co*k-s**er, DEAD! [Inspectah Deck] Yo, yo, yo Who the hell is 50 Cent? Crook with a deal Keep talkin, you gon' meet a crook with a steel You really want beef, I'mma hand you war Got big guns, sh** you never seen before Just a no-name n***a, seekin the rep 'bout to take aim, spit a hot flame in your chest Although everythin was cool, had to start wildin Front all you want, but not on Shaolin Point blank, simple and plain, you small change Tear you up out of the frame from close range Fake 50 Cent tryin to face the best Wanna impress me? Let me see you fake your d**h Until then, you herb, don't deserve respect What possesed you? Who gave you the nerve to flex? God bless you, I'mma lay your soul to rest Think about it next time you'll pose a threat [U-God] 2x Who the hell is 50 Cent? Cornball frontin 'nother studio thug, ain't hurtin nothin, n***a And your raps ain't built for that On the real, n***as get k**ed for that [Inspectah Deck] So you wanna stick the Gods for they funny-a** rings? How dare you? Clip your wings and straight aim You be careful, how you mention the name Speaks codes, I violate your clan like parole Who want it? Run in your lab without a warrant What you gon' do now? Got your a** cornered Feel a squad closing in, from all angles Hit you, split you from your a** to your ankle Let my dogs eat your food, hear my wolves howl at the moon Lock down your body, leave the room You fake f**, wanna start with us? Anybody ever told you, you talk too much? n***as want mine, I'mma put five on your bucket Shine on the wrist, cost more than your budget Who you? Face it, your whole camp doo-doo Wanna get it on, n***a do you, fake f** [U-God] 2x Who the hell is 50 Cent? Cornball frontin 'nother studio thug, ain't hurtin nothin, n***a And your raps ain't built for that On the real, n***as get k**ed for that [Inspectah Deck] Yo, I lay long enough, for you cowards to eat It's time to apply pressure, devour the streets Yo, it seems another crab, like runnin his mouth Where he at? Point him out, and I'm callin him out Make his chick nod the head like she's s**in me off Keep it raw, meat combat with the dog, dustin me off No joke, you ain't never seen gun smoke Nickel pump ba*tard, stick to playin jump rope Who the bosses? Power like thoroughbred horses With more guns than armed forces You ain't ready, overnight joker Strip you like poker, your bullsh**'s over Give it to me raw, I want mine the foul way Small change in this game, n***a like a child's play Motherf**in coward [U-God] 2x Who the hell is 50 Cent? Cornball frontin 'nother studio thug, ain't hurtin nothin, n***a And your raps ain't built for that On the real, n***as get k**ed for that [Inspectah Deck] f**in 40 Cent 4 dimes and a nickel, God I challenge you, thats right f**in cheesy boy Cream Team n***as see you boy You better have your sh** out You better have your sh** right, n***a YouknowI'msayin? We the flavoury n***as We f**in flavoury n***as You f**in coward Trying to come in this sh** You know I'm sayin'? We out here, you just small change