Bro, yeah, g-g-g-g-g-unit, g-unit It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't back down Everywhere I go, both poles for toast East side, west side, I hold that Mac down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to ***in' hold shat down Each time you in the hood and see a O.G. You ask about me, the young boy, and he live it Standin' could not coexist with the kid Must have ceased existin' Little nigga, now listen Your mammy, your pappy, that bitch you chasin' You little dirty-ass kid, I ***in' raise him Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowin' if you get knocked, you get *** in the yard He's a pop-tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eat you for breakfast, a watch was a stain for your necklace And your boss is a bitch, if he could, he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be sure You can buy cars, but can't buy respect in the hood Maybe I'm so disrespectful, cause to me you're a mystery I know niggas from your hood, you have no history Never poked nothin', never popped nothin', nigga, stop frontin' J put you on, X made you hot Now you runnin' round like you some big shot Ha, pussy It's so easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't back down Everywhere I go, both poles for toast East side, west side, I all in, man, damn Every little nigga you see around me Hold up one big enough to ***in' hold, shat, damn Next time you in the hood and see a OG You ask about me, the young boy, don't back down Correct, nigga, it's all *** up now What we gon' do now? How we gon' eat, man? 50 back around That's y'all lil' punk ass thinkin' out loud Southside, tie-dye, that's just how I get down I'm back in the game, shawty, the ruling conqueror You sing for hoes and sound like the Cookie Monster I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers All the other hard niggas, they come from Yonkers It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background You're never gonna sell, Ms. Ubishita, crack child Them niggas dead just suck, they no good I ain't never heard a nigga say they like them in the hood I'm back better than ever, on top of my game Even them country boys sayin' 50, we feelin' ya, man Now y'all stay the *** out of my zone, out of my throne I'm New York City's own bad guy, bad guy It's so easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't back down Everywhere I go, both hoes for toast East side, west side, I own them, man, damn Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to ***in' hoes shat down Next time you in the hood and see an OG You ask about me, the young boy don't back down I ain't gon' tell nobody your pussy I ain't gon' tell nobody you gettin' destroyed, nah I've been patiently waitin' to blow Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 50 Cent Show This is my life, my pain, my knife, my gun Now that I'm back, you can't sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh? You hired cops to hold you down, cause you fear for your life Well, you done heard about them guns I done bought, right? I ain't goin' nowhere, I done told you, nigga I'm a G-Unit mother***in' soldier, nigga They're not gon' like you, I know, I know G-Unit Oh, no, he didn't say anything about y'all Okay, y'all is my boo Okay, Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody And y'all know, big things come in small packages Holla! Now, everything was cool Until 50 Cent came back into the picture They better not put their hands on Jeffrey, okay Cause first of all, they do not know that I am a 12-degree pink belt Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery Okay, cause see, they don't know me Delicious, do they know me? Okay, I thought so Cause you know I know karate And I will see him, and I will gently his ass What the?