(feat. 50 Cent, P-Dap) 



[P-Dap] 

Yeah, who that? 

Yeah, yo, whattup, yeah 

Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo, yo, yo 



P to the Dap, my brothers, start soloist 

Situate the jump-off, anything appropriate 

See me on a hump, I like weed with the coke in it 

From Wichita down to Queens, fella controllin it 

Holdin it, get what I'm supposed to get 

Check out to check a lot of hoes in it, add another O in it 

Up to par a nigga loves gleams with the glow in it 

Twenties on the Caddy truck, ask me how I pose in it 

Ride past Jake, doin 80 in the rain, pah 

Stupid nigga follow me, now we in the graveyard 

Send dogs to sniff paraphenelli 

I send 'em back stiffer than notes special delivery 

Slick City, hawk made, nigga made history 

Sawdy(?) on the sack, got the Monica Lewinsky look 

A legend even in Sicily, shit I'm on 

Got the Feds really wanna into me? Never that 



[Chorus x2: P-Dap] 

(NOW) I'ma hit 'em up, (NOW) lay 'em down flat 

(RIGHT NOW) what I'm talkin bout, (BLOW BLOW BLOW) take that 

(ONE) for the hell of it, (TWO) that's a definite 

(THREE) better give it up, (FOUR) how I hit 'em up 



[50 Cent] 

Niggaz be shootin just to be shootin, I ain't with that 

I leave you tongue-kissin my mack, I push your shit back 

Ferrari F-50 jet black, I'm 'bout to get that 

Ladies love L.L. but they let me hit that 

Is it the way I look? Or is it the way I spit that? 

That got these high-class hoes wanna come and chit-chat 

Split the paper 50/50? Yeah I'm with that 

But when I rob yo' ass you can't get your shit back 

Either I'm ahead of my time or y'all niggaz behind 

Shit I'm gettin hotter and hotter, when I rhyme 

50 Cent, southside, niggaz know how I rock 

I post up on your block with the glock like a beat-walker cop 

One nigga stunt? One nigga shot 

One G in your bank? I got that stock 

Niggaz go against the grain that, fuck is they thinkin? 

I'm bout to jump-start a head open to see what they thinkin, c'mon 



[Chorus] 



[Pretty Ugly] 

In all sides, at the five, I'm tryin to survive 

You get cooked alive and dropped off on Kelly Drive 

My squad's elite, a dozen deep hold heat 

I'm the board of beat, big like Shanique from up the street 

Now after dark, the shit starts, I plays my part 

I see the NARCs stash my coat then hit the park 

Don't wanna get knocked, for sixty rocks in a sock 

You know the ghetto's red hot, gots to shot that on my block 

I keep it strictly business, it's unfinished if there's a witness 

I take it personal when bitch-ass niggaz start to snitchin 

That shit gets me flamin, what these niggaz think they gamin? 

Nothin but this four 24 aimin 

West Philly's where I got my trainin 

I represent the 6 like I'm Damien, it ain't nothin changin 

Only way y'all hot if y'all sound like Jay 

Or somebody from around my way, Philly Philly 



[Chorus]