Yo, niggas be askin me "yo 50 who you got beef wit?"
  I'm a tell yall niggas who I got beef wit
  I got beef wit any nigga I can't make no money wit
  If I can't make no money wit you, fuck you nigga
  G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup
    [Tony Yayo]
  I get money, money I got
  so its a 100 grams or better when I'm going to cop
  I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier
  And my down bitch as a holster, like I'm supposed ta
  heavy pistol sales for living
  my gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue
  while I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep
  thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress
  see me in a black lex, hard-top
  My mink drop-top, fresh out the carlot
  I got the gift of raw pugilist speeches(?)
  So I'm gon sell like the box office features
  Niggas in the hood can't see G-UNIT!
  but deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT!
  cause we got them three b's: benzes, burners and bitches
  and plus we on the road to the riches
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  You can say what you want about me
  As long as you don't get in the way of my money
  Cause all that talking shit to me played out
  Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out
    [Lloyd Banks]
  Lately I been going through a phase
  Hope they aint tap the phones
  Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones
  Therefore I'm on the move with the squad
  I'm stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad
  Picture me putting jewels on a broad
  I'd rather put shoes on the car
  A pool in the yard
  You don't really wanna fool with the god
  Nigga my front line long enough to fill two boulevards
  In this game, you only make it far if you loyal
  And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled
  Why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me
  Ill leave you in water like the statute of liberty
  Tryin to be cool
  Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school
  Keep rappin for your hood, I'm rappin for benzes
  And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses
    [Chorus]
    [50 Cent]
  Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!)
  What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh)
  Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!)
  What I learned from watching Brucie B
  Look, I shot the sheriff
  And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass getting shot
  Here's the plan, I'm a keep stackin my ends
  Till I'm on airplane seats in the Maebach benz
  I'm all about the chips
  I done took them trips
  22's on the 6
  26 on the bricks
  And them outta town niggas, I'm chargin yall more
  I tapdance on the shit I aint servin it raw
  You sell smoke, look nigga I got what you need
  But it aint goin cheap I got mouths to feed
  Niggas always sayin damn 50 you bugged
  Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug
  Gimme his watch and his chain
  We not the same, he a lame
  He want pussy I'm bout my money man
  Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick
  Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed
  Yo its 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange
  I'll see you another day motherfucker it's 50
  Shots 'til your heart drop and freeze up, ease up motherfucker
    [Chorus]