[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I come through, niggas be screwing they face up at me

I'm like why they looking like that?

Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me

I'll put a big ass hole in yo back

Nigga I, don't, know what you heard about me

That got you looking like that

But if you, get on some bullshit fucking with me

I'll put a big ass hole in yo back

[Verse: 50 Cent]

Yeah, nigga what?

You're now rockin' with the livest

Beams on the llamas, New York City's finest

A drug dealer's dream, red jag, rim shining

Four shooters riding in the trucks right behind us

It ain't my fault man, the hood made me grimy

I hustle, get my weight up, them niggas gotta move

Only the strong survive, the weak gettin' bent up (Yea)

After they blow trial and that ass get sent up

Niggas in the pens gon' hear this and lose they mind

Come home possessed by the music, and use that nine

I was in Sean C crib when I wrote my first verse

Stuck niggas in front of Edgemere, let my gat burst

I ain't had no money then, I was in and outta cash

Wearing blue Nike Cortez from V.I.M's, damn

Went to Eddie's for gold teeth

Benny's for the shines

Had on eight ball jackets

To cover up the nines

Barrel link chains, high [?] rings

Damn fools, I rob 'em for like all kind of bling

This is not a fiction homeboy it's fact

Certain things paint problem child on my back, yeah

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I come through, niggas be screwing they face up at me

I'm like why they looking like that?

Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me

I'll put a big ass hole in yo back

Nigga I, don't, know what you heard about me

That got you looking like that

But if you, get on some bullshit fucking with me

I'll put a big ass hole in yo back

[Outro: 50 Cent &

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]

Yo Lay

What up Fifth?

You got a boxcutter?

Yeah man

Chop one of these niggas

Aight boss