[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

Man, I had a nightmare last night and woke up me

Before I wrote my first verse and my first CD

Had the same .38, same old .9

With the scratches on the side, nigga used three times

Lane through your projects, bitch, let's ride

Oh, you don’t wanna get in? Then what's up with your friends?

I got the count to keep 'em speeding

The dope to keep ’em leaning

They sniff it, yeah, they shoot it, man

They call me when they're fiending

I got what they want, yeah, I got what they like

That beige, boy, that brown, boy, and that china white

That mean bud, that green bud, that purple in the sack

That fish scale, that pretty girl, that's how my money stack

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Be last with the puck in their throat

Niggas try to stunt, I air 'em out

You pussy niggas know what I'm about

Tech, fully loaded, Mac, fully loaded

Be last with the puck in their throat

Niggas try to stunt, I air 'em out

You pussy niggas know what I'm about

Tech, fully loaded, Mac, fully loaded

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]

Ayo, respect is the cornerstone of power on the corner

The biggest drought of NY, the planes hit the towers

When the Latin blew the shit up, the coke price went up

For 35 a gram how the fuck am I gon' blow out?

I’ll take three and a half grams, sold that for seven

Seven to fourteen, [?]

I was born in Brookdale, raised in the Southside

Had to get a cold rush when them fiends was outside

Low in the hoop ride, ducking the task force

I catch another one and my ass is up North

Scarface, I wanna be, I wanna be Pablo

Bought my own jail, make it look like a condo

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Be last with the puck in their throat

Niggas try to stunt, I air ’em out

You pussy niggas know what I'm about

Tech, fully loaded, Mac, fully loaded

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

I turn your family to zombies, your daddy, your mommies

Hit off the goons, let ’em move it out the lobby

Man, a nigga stunting on me, he better be Miyagi

Or Jackie Chan, man, I'll fuck around and catch a body

Man, that hard'll turn a Diesel nigga skinny

They x 'em, nigga, FEMA house of Diddy, show titty in your city

Give me a .9, a hoe, and I can tempt you

Give me some time, and look, marijuana, I’ll make a hit

Bitch, my team about paper, my Beamer outcage ya

I daydream green, that's the gene of my nature

I'm a genius, why hate ya?

For sure I'll make the best show

I can have your BM cooking up with her chest out

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Be last with the puck in their throat

Niggas try to stunt, I air 'em out

You pussy niggas know what I'm about

Tech, fully loaded, Mac, fully loaded

Be last with the puck in their throat

Niggas try to stunt, I air 'em out

You pussy niggas know what I'm about

Tech, fully loaded, Mac, fully loaded