[Intro] 

You niggas is soldiers man 

Fuckin' toy soldiers 

Yeah get in line cadet 

Aten Hut! 



Yayo you punk ass bitch. 

I know you cant wait to get off house arrest nigga. 

So you can run the fuck outta New York, you faggot 



[Chorus] 

Niggas tryna play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent 

Why you tryna play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent 

Can't play the game with only 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent 

So why you tryna play the game with only 50 Cent 

Come back when you got a couple dollars holla. 



[Verse 1] 

You gonna need more than 50 Cent to play this game 

Nigga hating on me cause I'm doin my own thang 

I aint Lloyd Banks, bitch. I dont share your brain 

I was in the fast lane before the G-Unit chain 

You was hatin on Ja cause him and Irv went pop 

now your ass run around singing the Candy Shop 

After 'Westside Story' I took your fans 

I sing it for myself that bitch Olivia's a man. 

I got word from the wise nigga you dead wrong 

stole the real 50's name and wouldn't pay for his headstone 

Nigga got mad when 'How We Do' start climbin 

acting like a bitch cause he Got Rich and Stop Tryin' 

Got niggas locked up you a snitch in Queens 

Told them Touch shot Pac then ratted out Supreme 

But on the rizeal im talkin about you and me 

Toe to toe 5-0 C-E-N-T, faggot 



Banks is a bitch 

50 is a bitch 

Yayo is a bitch 

Buck is a bitch 

Olivia's a bitch... no Olivia's a man, haha 

God damn 



[Verse 2] 

You reported more names than the evening news 

I guess now Reebok making cement shoes 

Yayo the only real mutha fucka from the street 

You swinging on me like you want 5 heartbeats 

Ok. One. Two. Three. Four, flat line 

If you say you wrote my shit one more time 

You ain't a hood nigga, you Got Rich and Stop Tryin 

Jimmy scared Chris Lighty and he start lying 

Lil' snitch what you know about movin' in silence? 

Even NYPD can't deny it 

The life of your story is fuckin' Vivica 

But your baby mama left you cause you couldn't get it up, bitch 



Yayo went to jail 

Banks sold a mil 

then Buck sold a mil 

then 50 gave a deal 

to a bitch named Oliviawhose titties aint real 

Now they all hiding behind the police shield 



[Chorus] 



[Outro] 

G-G-G-G-you niggas aint shit, bitch ass niggas 

I told you this shit was real, nigga 

This is Fat Rat nigga, mutha fucka 

All you get up on there is sing a few hooks 

Nigga you wanna claim a niggas fame, nigga 

You was our Ashanti, you bitch ass nigga 

What the fuck is you talkin about you wrote something nigga 

The Real is the real, nigga 

Black Wallstreet, nigga 

The Black Wallstreet, nigga 

Gonna tell your bitch ass nigga 

I aint gunna get up on this mic and play them games, nigga 

I told my nigga lemme get that last 16, nigga 

Im Rapping right now, nigga 

But im spitting it real nigga 

You know who im talkin to nigga 

50, nigga 

Bitch ass nigga 

Black Wallstreet, nigga 

Brasil and Wimelton 

What block you on, nigga? 

We'll be there! 

What block you on? 

Scary ass nigga 

Fuck this shit man 

Niggas woke me up with that bullshit, nigga