[Intro: 50 Cent]

I don't wanna hear no complaining

'Cause you niggas already know how I get man

You niggas cannot pump 'round here

What the fuck, you think it's different 'cause it's music?

Nah, man, fuck that, man

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

Close your eyes - see the shooters, see the money in the bag

See the D's in the unmarked on a nigga ass

See 62 on the plate when niggas bag up

Scrape the plate my nigga, everything add up

I'm hungry, like I been missing a meal

Back writing like I need me a deal, I'll show you the steel

It's a jux, nigga, feel the chill

Up your spine, I'm a menace for real, I blast to kill

Leave your brains on the dash and wheel

Mix the kush with the hash and chill, let's talk bread

Them niggas in the way of the money, let's shoot ahead

The rest of them suckers'll scattered, they don't matter

I'm trying to get my head right, I'm buggy like my head lights

Big Benz, big friends, bitch get in

I blow twenty on the chain, ten at the dice game

We used to be the same, now we not alike mane, c'mon

[Chorus: Gina Thompson sample (50 Cent)]

The thiiiings you dooooooooo...

Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu!

(Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on, come on)

The thiiiings you dooooooooo...

(Run to me now, baby, come on, come on, come on, come on)

Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu!

(Run to me now, baby, come on, come on, come on, come on)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

I like my bitches fast just like the Porsches

Switch gears, riding like 500 horses

You're now rocking with the boss of the bosses

My wrist glist so sick, I leave a nigga nauseous

That's the Hublot, what's that you got?

I rock that on Monday, you'll have that one day

Follow my footsteps, you know I move proper

So what you got a chopper? Nigga, I got a chopper

Mines ain't got no wheels, what's the deal?

Propellers propel, I'm on the top of New York

Top of the food chain, nigga, talking my talk

Success is my addiction, you should take a hit of this {HAHA!}

I'm down for the friction, you start it I'll finish it

Victim? Pick 'em - knife work, stick 'em

Chrome Colt, pop 'em - hollow tip, drop 'em

It won't be long 'fore you're going dying now, watch 'em

(Come on! Come on!)

[Chorus: Gina Thompson sample (50 Cent)]

The thiiiings you dooooooooo...

Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu!

(Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on, come on)

The thiiiings you dooooooooo...

(Run to me now, baby, come on, come on, come on, come on)

Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu!

(Run to me now, baby, come on, come on, come on, come on)

[Outro: 50 Cent]

Yeah, after the drought it's the flood

It's strategic, man, I planned it

Now follow my footsteps, you know I move proper

Let me inspire you, let me make you wanna win

Let's take it to the top, baby

I wanna say something to make you hungry

Don't let nobody fuck up your vibe, man

Coming in with that negative bullshit, we don't wanna hear it

How they gon' stop a hustler from hustling?

Man, 'til next time, 50