(feat. Funkmaster Flex)



[50 Cent:]

Oh yeah

Yo

Yo

Yo



[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

Some say i'm paranoid I say i'm careful about how I chose my friends

Been to ICU once and I ain't going again

First Z got merked

Then Roy got merked

Now homie still in the hood why he ain't get hurt?

I smell something fishy man it might be a rat

You mean niggas switchin' sides on niggas just like that?

You know me

I stay with a chick on her knees

And give guns away in the hood like its government cheese

Spray on Suzukis



[50 Cent:]

Yeah yeah

Funk Flex

Keep playin' with 'em



[Lloyd Banks:]

Yeah

Look

Look

Yeah

Look

Look

Look



[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

If half my niggas could get inside with a weapon they would

Theres a thousand niggas out here reppin' they hood

You don't even wear ya new shit

Cause you ain't ready to brawl man I bump you, and you ain't even do shit

You can smell the assault as soon as you see me

Stuntin' mega hard like I do it for TV

My team in the VIP

You know boxes, cases, tag alongs pop all the faces

Don't disrespect power stop and embrace us

Hands up alls you see is watches and bracelets

Bullet holes is surgery, an Ox is a face lift

Theres seventeen in here i'm not gonna waste it

And i'm wearin' gloves so they not gonna trace this

Get him in events house parties in basements

You can bet i'm bettin' on the Rockets and Pacers

Harrassed outside cause the cop was a racist

Walked by, captured her sight

It had to been the ice

Brown skin eyes slanted like Russell Simmon's wife

Now i'm thinkin' about bustin' in her twice

Blonde color corn braids best customer in sight

Alright

Her body tight

Too tough not to look

Louy Vuitton shoes, gator cut pocket book

Her smile lit up the room a Colgate grin

I'm in the Spurs throwback with the old gray Timbs



[50 Cent:]

You know how many people listening to Funkmaster Flex?



[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]

Life is full of greed and envy

Scared dudes'll start

So if you doin' good you better act like you starvin'

I've seen grown rappers shed tears

In the streets how little niggas growin' gray hairs

See nine out of ten try to rhyme

But I've been spittin' lines

Since eighty nine

They going hand to hand

Since The Real Roxanne

You want beef we could handle it man to man

When I pull out yo theres no need to reload it

I flush you out your house and you a rodent

I'm out for the chips and the wealth

Tie you on the truck have you piss on yourself

Catchin' dips on the belt

Whatever I say is being felt

The words off my tongue make your taste buds melt

See me and my team

Got supplies throughout Queens

When the lights hit the ice they shine like high beams

Nothin' but frozen jewels

I'm holdin' the twos



[50 Cent:]

Funk Flex

GGG G Unit



[Funk Flex:]

Damn

"Hand to hand since The Real Roxanne"



[50 Cent:]

Thats right



[Tony Yayo:]

Thats whats up

G Unit



[50 Cent:]

Thats right, right we from the bottom

You heard me New York?



[Tony Yayo:]

New York City whats up?



[50 Cent:]

We from the gutter



[Tony Yayo:]

We takin' over



[Funkmaster Flex:]

Heres what we gonna do

My man'll spin the beat one more time



[50 Cent:]

One more time



[Funkmaster Flex:]

Hot 97

Funk Flex

50 Cent

G Unit



[Tony Yayo:]

Thats whats up Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks



[Lloyd Banks:]

Yeah This for the block



[Tony Yayo:]

50 he could retire if he want to right now



[50 Cent:]

I know you love it but how much do you love it

I know you love it but how much do you love it

I do what I do and I don't think nothin' of it

I know you love it but how much do you want it

Get 'em Banks



[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]

The way things lookin' shit might spill

Cause this dumbass nigga paid forty dollars to come in and ice grill

I'm in the back higher than a light bill

Ya chick grindin' on the kid high off a white pill

I'm tryin' to get a little played in her mouth

If you ain't tryin' to conversate you should've stayed in the house

If you ain't know i'm trying to get you laid on the couch

Four O'Clock on the dot kids sprayed in ya mouth

Then i'm out

Meet me at the door at three

I got dutches and a quarter peel if you don't smoke more for me

Somebody just got cut caught a half moon stumblin'

Probably got hemmed up in the bathroom

Its hard as hell cause niggas is slam dancin'

While you on the wall beatin' on ya man vancin'

Its goin' down even if police around

So bring ya four pound

Cause niggas want to clown



[50 Cent:]

In the club

Bottle full of bub

Mami I got that Ex if you into takin' drugs

I'm into havin' sex I ain't into makin' love

So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed



[50 Cent:]

Ha ha Funk Flex



[Tony Yayo:]

G Unit

It ain't over



[Lloyd Banks:]

Yeah



[Verse 5: Tony Yayo]

We sling weed, crack and dope mixed with opium

While the feds sweep the block like custodions

44 loons got my birds and dames holdin' 'em

Rock mink longs made with teflon soles in 'em

I'm as big as King Kong with the mind of Napoleon

Cook up blow in straight AC-WOL Sodium

I'm trying to sell records like Vanilla Ice

And hang MCs up from balconies like Suge Knight

In every event my team catch crazy stunts

Rollin' eight deep like the Brady Bunch

I keep eightys cause niggas tried to blaze me once

And ride in big trucks so fuck the bumps

I ride for my drug lords and OG hustlers

Imagine my face placed on billboards and buses

And record covers even The Source magazine

I used to be the one to extort the fiends

Remember back then when I slinged on the corner

I had the sheep skin my girl had the leather balmer

Around the time Mike was moon walkin'

Now I write the shit that'll have the whole hood talkin'

Hit ya shit up I'll make ya body spit back

So don't fall victim to my gangsta rap

I stay strapped down like Crazus in "Creep More"

Got Macs, Trey Pounds, 3-80s and C-4



[Lloyd Banks:]

Yeah yeah



[50 Cent:]

Banks, Yayo hold up

Yayo's shinin' Banks



[Tony Yayo:]

Its my time to shine

We with Flex right now



[50 Cent:]

Come with it

Come with it

Come with it



[Tony Yayo:]

This for the hood right here



[Verse 6: Lloyd Banks]

Never discuss cheese around a mouse

Nah I got a grimey team that'll probably empty a clip on Big Momma's house

Damn her eyes a young man with grown hunger

Look in my drawer nothin' but condoms and phone numbers

The rap Roy Jones the king of the ring

Hos hate me they want my ding-a-ling in a sling

Hot product they all 'gon buy it

I'll have you limpin' out of Hot 97with ya jaw all wired

I'll start a three day riot

Leave you on a lead diet

... On ya bed spread you ain't hangin' out with ya girl head buy it



[Tony Yayo:]

Flex whats that beat?

Whats up man?



[50 Cent:]

That beat is hot man



[Tony Yayo:]

Thats whats up



[Funkmaster Flex:]

Its Hot 97 Funk Flex

Oh my god



[Lloyd Banks:]

We givin' too much for free



[50 Cent:]

Cause its on the new Flex tape too we 'gon burn it down

I'm dead serious



[Tony Yayo:]

The new G Unit out on the streets



[50 Cent:]

Ya'll just heard a new record when I spit that



[Lloyd Banks:]

We got like 3, 4 CDs out right now



[50 Cent:]

I hate when the freestyles be on the records Flex

I hate that



[Lloyd Banks:]

You won't hear none of them rhymes

Those are practice rhymes



[50 Cent:]

Those those is the di.. thats the dirty batch

Thats the batch that didn't make the cut



[Lloyd Banks:]

And i'm a rapper's rapper so don't be stealin' my punchlines man

I'm hearin' ya'll out there



[50 Cent:]

Nah you can steal my lines its OK

Cause they heard me say it first

And we can recycle it

And if you can't afford my CD buy the bootleg and learn the words

And come see us cause me and Flex 'gon be in the club