[50 Cent]
So what ya saying boy,
See the weak get walked on,
The soft get barked on,
See me I never ever run,
N-gga say the wrong sh-t to me,
Like he wanna do me,
Somebody at em with my gun,
What cha saying boy,
You think Im playing boy,
Watch ya mouth girl,
Its a mans world,
(x2)
Listen, n-gga you play me,
And I'm gon go crazy,
You push me Imma muthaf-cking trip,
I come tripping through yo set,
Bussing off my tech,
I gives a f-ck if you's a blood or a crip,
N-gga from JFK to Lax,
Im back through the sets again,
Gangsta life thats right,
Crazy ass mexicans,
Do it the wrong way broad day,
AK, spray cause a mele,
Mayday mayday,
Freak b-tch suck me on tape like Ray J
N-ggas that Im up against know they can't fade me,
Im the last one, you know the last DOn,
She know she wanna come,
B-tch bring ya ass on,
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
You see I come from the southside
Where n-ggas is outside right now with the rubber grips,
N-ggas say they gon see me,
They hit em on GP,
Then I bless em with the change from the bricks,
When you come from where Im from, you come from the bottom,
You aint supposed to get this rich,
So the feds got my phone tapped,
They treat me like fat cat,
And now im thinking man aint this a b-tch,
From cola to cola, from moving the yola,
Next thing you know, they up in your crib,
Saying where is the stash at,
You move they gon blast that,
So I suggest you stand still kid,
[Chorus]
Writer(s): K Miller, Curtis Jackson
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