[Intro: 50 Cent]

Yeah

I stay with my ratchet, nigga

Go 'head, jump bad, nigga

You best be on yo best behavior out this motherfucker

Ha ha

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I stay gangsta'd up, niggas ain't got shit on me

And, I stay with my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody

Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see

That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]

I got a rifle with a scope in the trunk of the Viper

So I shoot off the roof like the D.C. sniper

I just bought a bezel, and a brand new piece

And a level two vest and a brand new piece

See y'all hip-hop niggas don't want no beef

Y'all get shot and rat to the hip-hop police

Nigga two guns up, I run up in your label

Why your guns in the house like a couch potato? YEAH!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I stay gangsta'd up, niggas ain't got shit on me

And, I stay with my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody

Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see

That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

These hoes want me to stop, but this is the worst part

I was born with this game like birthmarks

I don't trip, but I'ma get a little watch from my modelin' chick

'Cause she spent a lot of time on my dick

I get a new fan every single time that I spit

Gray and blue Benz, lovin' every diamond I get

Fast and furious in the Rang Rove', 'cause my bread folds

Beef I hit your neck and turn your jewelry into red gold, nigga

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I stay gangsta'd up, niggas ain't got shit on me

And, I stay with my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody

Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see

That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

I'm from the bottom man niggas know I came up hard

I got a temper man I'm lookin' for some shit to start

Man my tax bracket change, I'm sittin' on some change

The hoes man they changed they don't treat me the same (WOO!)

It's not my looks that's got me all up in them drawers

It's the new M3 with the Lamborghini doors

Man them D's they done turned them dogs into dope fiends

Smell a leak in my clothes so they barkin' at me - WHOA!!

[Break: 50 Cent]

Yeah

That's gon' have to be good enough

I lost a friend tonight

Jam Master Jay

Rest in peace

I send my love to his family

50 Cent y'all

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I stay gangsta'd up, niggas ain't got shit on me

And, I stay with my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody

Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see

That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody

[Outro: 50 Cent]

G-Unit, God's Plan!

Damn... {*gunshot*}