[Intro: Cutty Ranks]

Six million ways to die, choose one

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

This is more than a rhyme

It's a moment in time (Yeah!)

Stop, listen to what's goin' on in my mind (Haha)

One hand on your shine, one hand on the nine

Squeeze a hollow-tip'll chip a bone in your spine (Woooooh)

May I remind these niggas, I line these niggas

I been doin' 'em dirty, they say I'm 7:30

Catch me hollerin' "fuck it" ridin' in a bucket

Tints on a Regal, stunt nigga I'll leave you

The hammer hit the shell'll leave that ass in a fetal

Ride with the eagle so prеgenital

My flow's so lethal, it should be illеgal

Eight bars'll make a nigga wan' kill people

This machine gun funk, decay in the trunk with the clip loaded to the tip ready to dump

[Verse 2: 40 Glocc & 50 Cent ]

Walk up on em, hit 'em up, where you niggas from?

Exchange a few words, pull a blamer and dump (Uh-huh)

He got what he deserved for tryna play me a punk

I'm in the hood posted daily with the semis and pumps (It's the Unit)

10:30 ridin' dirty in the back of the trunk (Haha)

Adrenaline pumpin', palms sweaty as fuck

S.P.I. sittin' shotgun, blowin' a blunt (Yeah!)

When them shells start flyin' better know how to run (Yeah)

If you ain't up on thangs

40 Glocc's the name, my city's the gang

I'm in Honda gettin' blunted, get the fuck up the lane (Haha)

Put a canister kick in your sprain

Shoot that shit don' be a bitch, let these niggas know (What!)

What's up with you? who you wit? we go for broke (Ha)

Walk up to you at your crib, kick in your door

And lay your kids and your bitch both on the floor

It's a gangbang thang, represent for the land and try to pick as many off as you can (L.A.!)

Put your burner gloves on, homie (L.A., L.A., L.A.) stick to the plan

I send the lil homies after your ass (L.A., L.A., I.E.)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Serial killa

Serial Killa

Serial killa

Wake up every morning to my Lucky Charm cereal

Serial killa

Serial Killa

Serial killa

Wake up every morning to my Lucky Charm cereal

[Verse 3: Prodigy]

Just one dose of my dope shit'll have you floatin'

High than a muhfucker, wide open

You need me, to know what to do next

My jewelry, my uzi'll open your neck

They call me O.P.P., the NYPD sick, they can't find the guns when they search my whip

Nigga it's a danger zone, welcome to hell

You finna die right now 'cause nigga we kill (Huh)

Gunfire leave kids at home 'cause them shots don't discriminate where they leave holes

Here we go, it's another one, I come for you, son

Right at your wedding, mad shots through your bubblegum

I'm at your funeral back for more

Your family duck, my bullets chip tombstones

Yeah, fouler than foul, grimy as shit

It's Guerilla Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep, bitch

We not partners or brothers, naw

Fuck out my face and meet your God

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Suicide, it's a suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide

Suicide, it's a suicide

Now tell me

What's my motherfuckin' name?

Serial killa