[Intro: Tony Yayo]

Tougher than leather, nigga

I'm tougher than an African kid

Running bare-foot in the gullies, nigga

Know what I'm saying?

Tough, OG now, nigga, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]

To all living things around me

Cash rules everything around me

Your music is unenthusiastic

My jewelry glow in the dark

Škorpion from Serbia, catch you in traffic

20-round clip, curved magazine

And you could leave the Earth over small little things

John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing

And you ain't do shit when them things start to ring

South side, we outside, niggas kill, son

They'll Seattle Seahawk you, throwing bullets like Wilson

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

White sheets cover his feet, Ku Klux Klan'ed your man

Left him in the streets, strap in his left hand

The thought of even coming around here was a death plan

And if a nigga cosign that he a "yes man"

Shoot the fuck out of a fuck nigga, I'm all fucked up

So loser, I lose, the dice game getting stuck up

When shit real you get killed around here, it's not a big deal

Load her out, nigga, use my big bitch for a shield

(You know I'm saying?) Thank you for real

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy

When your mouth to be shooting

You find out that we been shooting all along

Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy

You get caught without that Ruger

We put hot shit through you then we gone

Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy

Boy, don't let me catch you slipping, boy, boy

Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy

Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy

Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]

My money up when them mills come

L.A. Reid with the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son

Wise time fly by, I'm an OG, bad bitch with double D's

Nigga, Jordan couldn't palm these, feel the breeze

Wrap 'em in satin, they be gone by the morning

Federal subpoenas while SWATs kick the doors in

Fuck up the sheets, the electric tapes to your daughter

I show that bitch how to breathe under water

Excusez moi, French bitches bending over

Snatch 'em out the whip, throw 'em in the Range Rover

Snitches and phones, catch the 30 piece from the jewelry

Freak vibes, from why they texting 'bout Lisa Bonet

Frank Lucas put flowers on Bump grave every Tuesday

That's loyalty and don't listen to everything your lawyer say

Red dot, surgery with the laser

Have a nigga missing like that plane from Malaysia

[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]

Fo' fo's, long nose is Gonzo's

Hundred rounds drum on the K, that's bongos

Running your mouth with deadly convo, I clap like, "bravo"

Bend back for the encore, nigga, huh (huh)

You pussy niggas think you got nine lives

I'ma make sure I stick you more than nine times

With that ice pick I'm a cold killer

You tucking your tail and growing whiskers, rat nigga

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy

When your mouth to be shooting

You find out that we been shooting all along

Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy

You get caught without that Ruger

We put hot shit through you then we gone

Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy

Boy, don't let me catch you slipping, boy, boy

Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy

Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy

Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy