[Intro]

Woo

Yeah

G-G-G-G-G-Unit (G-Unit)

Haha

[Chorus]

It's easy to see when you look at me

If you look closely, 50 don't back down

Everywhere I go, both coasts with toast

East side, west side, I hold that MAC down

Every little nigga you see around me

Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down

Next time you in the hood and see a OG

You ask about me, the young boy don't back down

[Verse 1]

Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid

Must decease existin', little nigga, now listen (Yeah)

Your mammy, your pappy, that bitch you chasin'

Your little dirty-ass kids, I'll fucking erase 'em

Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard (Yeah)

Knowing that if you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard (Ah)

You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle (Haha)

I eat you for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace

And your boss is a bitch, if he could he would

Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be Suge

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 (Uh-huh)

Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop fronting

Jay put you on, X made you hot

Now you run around like you some big shot, haha (Haha), pussy

[Chorus]

It's easy to see when you look at me

If you look closely, 50 don't back down

Everywhere I go, both coasts with toast

East side, west side, I hold that MAC down

Every little nigga you see around me

Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down

Next time you in the hood and see a OG

You ask about me, the young boy don't back down

[Verse 2]

"The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do now?

How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"

That's Ja little punk ass thinking out loud

South side 'til I die, that's just how I get down

I'm back in the game, shawty, to rule and conquer

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 Mitsubishi Tah or Crack Child

Them niggas there 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 saying, "50 we feeling you, mane"

Now y'all stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne

I'm New York City's own bad guy (Bad guy)

[Chorus]

It's easy to see when you look at me

If you look closely, 50 don't back down

Everywhere I go, both coasts with toast

East side, west side, I hold that MAC down

Every little nigga you see around me

Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down

Next time you in the hood and see a OG

You ask about me, the young boy don't back down

[Verse 3]

I ain't gon' tell nobody you pussy

I ain't gon' tell nobody you getting extorted (Nah, it ain't over, G-Unit)

I've been patiently waiting 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

But you done heard about them guns I done bought, right?

I ain't going nowhere, I done told you, nigga

I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier, nigga (They not gon' like you)

I know, I know, haha (G-Unit)

[Outro: Alex Thomas]

Oh no, he didn't say anything about Ja, okay?

Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody

And y'all know big thangs come in small packages, holla

Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture

They better not put they hands on Jeffrey, okay?

'Cause first of all, they do not know that I am a twelve 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 Jet Li his ass, wa-ta!