(feat. Eminem, 50Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Tony Yayo)



[Intro: 50 Cent]

I don't need Don Parrion

I don't need Cris 

Tengo [?]

I don't need shit 

Nigga im [?]

G-UNIT



[Verse 1: Young Buck]

We on the front page then we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage, the ice and the Jacob watch will make a broke nigga take somehting so I gotta keep that fo fifth with no safety button G-unit get that money I no some artists is starvin so play the game like they rich to me this shit funny i no u see me coming cus on the front of the Maybach it say payback for those that hated on me. I hate them niggas claim they bangin in gangs you a'int a crip like Snoop you a'int a blood like Game, see I've been havin beef I got my own bullet proof vest

most of my enemies dead i got about two left

untill my last breath im sendin niggas bullet holes

inocent bystanders get hit tryin to be heroes



[Verse 2: Eminem]

Don't want the diamonds, want the gold, or want the jewelery, he don't want the ring, don't want the loot he's in it for the sport

running circles round his competition on the court

he appriciates your support but he a'int beggin for it, and you can love it you can hate it but you can't ignore it you can't be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short, but you cant FUCK with his last joint or the before

and he was gonna raise hell like them country boys

if you confront him then you better come confront me fore it (I'm a warrior)



[Verse 3: Young Buck]

I feel attention when I walk in the club

G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug

Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bud

I dont need security, this old nickel enough

I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all

So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs

If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight

She might neva come home again nigga, aight!

Teeth, neck, wrists all ice my lifes like

Ridin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop lights (for real)

Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin

My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison (damn)

My daddys a dope fein, n i dont really miss him (fuck em)

Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin (c'mon)

Tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm

50 holla get em' Buck, you know im gunna get em'



[Verse 4: Lloud Banks]

The Double L O Y D

Get put on an I.V

Tryin ta try me

The new age Ali

The black C.I.G

Resides beside me

As smooth as an Isley

Sometimes I surprise me

Can't even ID

As low as my eyes be

I roll with the gangstas don't get fly with your mouth

The wrong punchline'll have niggaz inside of your house

Nigga I'm doing good I made it out of the hood

I own Beverly Hills no more bottles or wood

That's a zipper that's sticky

California should whip me

I done made it this far can't be mad if they hit me (shhiit)



[Verse 5: 50 Cent]

I'm a tell you what Banks told me "cus go head switch the style up"

And if the hate then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up

Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bud

C'mon man you know where we be 

You can find me in da club



[Verse 6: Lloyd Banks]

Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her

Wrap the urn up cus she ai'nt concernced cus shes earner

My bitch lays it out real nice for me to hurt her

We fight

Wake up and fuck like Ike and Tina Turner

[?]

Cus some girls over here don't got a problem giving head

Paranoia's on you that's why your alrm is in your bed

Fuck a red Chinchilla and buy some momma for your head

On the block i'm from niggas be damned near 40 and still tuckin 

And niggas baby mommas is pregnant and still fuckin 

It's either cus they boyfriends is scrub like Brillo 

Or cus Banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow 

My cronic is blown for my niggas that got locked up and deported 

So now the gotta go back home 



[Verse 7 : Lloyd Banks]

Fresh off the jet and I breeze to the beaches

Blue Yankee fitted 

G-Unit sneakers

I already figured out wut they do with all features

Decorate they basements for the streetsweepers

When it comes to stuntin theres nothin you can teach us

We in a different time zone your records don't reach us



[Verse 8: 50 Cent]

When that window roll down and that AK come out

You can squeeze your lil hand gun till you run out

And you can run for your back up

If them machine gun shells don't tear your back up

God's on your side shit i'm aight with that

Cus we gone reload them clips and come right back

It's a fact homie

Go on and get some your fucked 

I get the drop if you cn duck 

Your lucky you heard of Lady Luck

Look nigga

Don't think you safe cus you moved out the hood

Cus yo mamma's still around dog and that ain't good

If you be smart youd of shooken me

Cus I get tired of lookin for you

Spray yo mamma crib and let yo ass look for me [gun shots]



[Outro: Tony Yayo]

Me for myself i gotta watch my back extra because

Those niggas that like me [music fades]