(feat. 50 Cent , Big Noyd)



[H] Yeah

[50] Yeah

[H] It's real, it's real

[50] Yeah

[H] Got 'em



[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Bump that - niggaz try to stunt on my clique

Then when I get on that shit, I bring it to 'em

where they pump at, 12-gauge Mausberg

No shell in the head 'fore you put in work

You gotta pump that - you done hit a nigga with it

and you runnin, the police is comin, take my advice nigga

Dump that - this is serious, these rap niggaz

I'm just havin fun with it, 50 Cent, Havoc bump that



[50 Cent]

My son asked, "Daddy why you carry a gun, you ain't a cop"

I looked at him and said, "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot

Wanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my glock?

Show 'em the clip, show 'em the beam, show 'em how Daddy lean"

In the convertible Jag, 22-inch mags

For a high school dropout, shit, that ain't bad

I'm ain't a Blood or a Crip, I'm doin my own thang

G-UNIT!  Shit, I done started my own gang

I don't go that funny dance, I don't throw gang signs

But I'm a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine

You think all I do is rap, then you don't know me good

Have Smurf hangin out the sunroof to light up yo' hood

Man, Carlito ain't never seen Blanco comin

But if he did, you think he woulda started runnin?

And I move with them Doublemint Twins, and two macs

I'll leave you flat your back - BRRRAT!  Take that



[Chorus]



[Noyd]

Uh-huh, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

My life story is that gangsta thing, packin that thing

Iced out diamond rings; fuck linen

It's Timbs and jeans, puffin cigars, stuff it with greens

What's fuckin with Queens?  Nuttin and not a thing

We kings of rap, shanks and gats, knuckles and bats

Get at me, you want beef, come correct

Stunt on any nigga in my clique-ah, you get clapped

We sick, so quick, you be layin on your back

Cause we don't give a fuck nigga, we love to dump

You don't wanna get jumped, better turn yo' music up

And bump that - cause we comin with them guns black

And cause of the hoodrats, know where your home's at

Fuck that, this is for my niggaz in the hoods that

slingin them blue caps, smokin that chronic sack

Get that paper, watch for all haters

Snitches and them bitches and them inside traders

Nigga fuck that



[Chorus]



[Havoc]

Yeah, yeah

If you trippin with my niggaz 50 and Noyd

If anybody ask me nigga them my homeboys

When it come to drama know we pack them big gats

(We got a ton of slugs) Bitch, and it's like that

We them thirsty ones, no mask, we stick cats

I never handcuff a ho, I let you whip that

Let my money bubble, live off the kick back

This midnight shit is serious, where your kids at?

These streets too dangerous to let them roam

I done seen the gulliest of 'em, cry for home

Like a fish out of water, they gasp and shake

I'm a friend of the jooks and the dukes and the duct tape

Like a Down South nigga I won't stop 'til I'm "skraight"

Walkin up the street, testin out my heat

Uh-huh.. and as you stand in disbelief

When it comes to the slugs I ain't cheap

Nigga you know I..



[Chorus]