Yea, 50cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit



(Lloyd Banks) 

This rap shit plays a major part in my life 

So if u jeopordize it i got the right 

To send a muthafucker at ya tonight 



G-Unit 



And i aint stoppin till my click poppin

swimmin in barrels of money

Micheal walking around with a head em 

cause it's Charley mc dummy it's funny 

niggaz go ravving see you suffering, hungry 

I'm Co-D as well skating with enough of niggaz money 



Why you ass of 

you know you ain't that tough 

I'm pulling your mask off 

As soon as you act up 

You know what i came for 

A peace of the game or 

Artilary thats as long as a chainsaw



I buy them weight 

But tis still feels like i'm dreamin 

40. calinger my pillow cinda feel like my c-men 

I fysical pressence of a female the form of a demon 

that's why i fuck em and leave em get my nut while im breathin

And i thought they catch me slippin now im ducking and drippin, thats a thousand dollar outfit wuth the fuck is you brickin 

You trippin the record can get my ass in position

Death wish for no religon wether catholic or christian

Listen, and when trough momma bitchen in and out the kitchen wuth probable cause is probable in and out the prison 

We got soldiers 

but you still gotta respect ours

We got more 4-5s and nines then a deck of cards 



(Tony Yayo) 

You can take me out the hood 

But can take the hood out me 

Cause im getto 

Niggaz hate when you do good

But when you broke 

Your friends and your enemy's 

They love you 

Chi-Chi get the Yayo 

Picture me being crack out of ten trips on the train 

Chi-Chi get the Yayo 

Picture me being crack 



Oh, you go 

You can sniff me, cut me ill turn you to a junkie 

I'm the nr. 1 cellar in the whole fucking country 

Wallstreet niggaz, they caught me on a low 

White boyz dont call me coke they call me blow 

Its time to go on a bus the train a plane im smuggle 

Im nothin but trouble Ill make ya money double 

cook me in bacon soda, ill turn ya hoop-rock into a new range-rover 

Ill pay all ya bills and fill je frigerator 

Feed ya familly turn ya man to a hater 

You can put me in a dog-pannel or ya stash box 

Put me in ya nikes tims and reeboks

If you caught three and a halve you hustlin backwards 

Cop a hundred grand you moving forwards 

Im trying to move more birds, and PA all day on the corner of third 



(50 cent) 

You can take me out the hood 

But can't take the hood out me 

Cause im gettho 

Picture me pollishing pistols 

Im comming to get you the shells hit you you scream 

Think im playing i mean it 

Man i dont bought all this pistols, just get it popping 

Start and wavin my own voice shell cases gets the drop 

The devils round the corner i got to much pride to hide

Im outside gun in my pocket theres stuntin to poppin 

Im dying to poppin them young and im wrestling to the death system as the world turns the rececippy learn 

count on my blessins clean up my weapons im ready for war 

The strong survive the weak shall perrish i told you before

Hoes be compementin me like 50, NICE CHAIN 

Balaggio 20 grand of chips on the dice game

Its burned out cant stop it 

You gotta watch MTV ,BET, NIGGA YOU SEE ME 

I wonder if im mad cause im doing good 

Cause niggaz are feelin me more than you in yo hood 

And it hurts cause you love them but they dont love you back cause they know you just rappin and you dont bust ya gat you pussy



Yea, explain it to the niggaz in yo hood nigga 

They know you fuckin the front nigga 

Talk all that gangsta shit on the record

I see you nigga 

niggas know me nigga 

Ask around in my hood nigga 

Read de daily news nigga 

you see them talkin about me nigga 

im in the middle of all cinds of shit 

Pussy...get it poppin