[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Me, I call the shots 'round here

I say who get shot, who don't get shot 'round here

I say who can and can't pump on the block round' here

Stick-up kids can get they ass got 'round here

Niggas snitchin', D's comin', it's hot 'round here

They finna run up on one of the spots 'round here

Be on point, its easy to get knocked 'round here

But be smart, you need to have that Glock 'round here

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]

Yo, I'm on that James Bond shit

That Z3 smoking that bomb shit, my guns in my armpit

I'm still pitching rock and bundles of D

But you can catch me in Hollywood with Pamela Lee

Yo, my team stay rocky, kid

In the crib, priced out, it's as big as Versace crib

You could be D-Zel or Frel, my 9 mil

I drive by and do you like the Russians did Denzel

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Me, I call the shots 'round here

I say who get shot, who don't get shot 'round here

I say who can and can't pump on the block round' here

Stick-up kids can get they ass got 'round here

Niggas snitchin', D's comin', it's hot 'round here

They finna run up on one of the spots 'round here

Be on point, its easy to get knocked 'round here

But be smart, you need to have that Glock 'round here

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

They ain't never heard a clique like mine so they admire us heavy

Clue, you better get them firetrucks ready

Cause I am, I'm hot now, I came up quicker

They comparing me to veterans, nigga

And I'm too young to buy liquor

I'm holding out till they break the pore of a chip straight

Struggling, baby, I'm on tour of a mixtape

Fronting'll get ya bashed in

Nigga, my flows worth mills like the dress Princess Diana crashed in

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Me, I call the shots 'round here

I say who get shot, who don't get shot 'round here

I say who can and can't pump on the block round' here

Stick-up kids can get they ass got 'round here

Niggas snitchin', D's comin', it's hot 'round here

They finna run up on one of the spots 'round here

Be on point, its easy to get knocked 'round here

But be smart, you need to have that Glock 'round here

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

Even the old folks in my hood know I stay with a gat

They say, "Sabrina baby boy just don't know how to act"

They sit in front of a hollow tip, leave a hole in your Jag'

Big enough to fit a D battery in your back

You call G-Unit Jew-Unit the way that money stack

It's a fee for me, nigga you were paying for that

We got artilleries and targets to spit it at

Banks to popingp shots that they would sign on your fitted hats

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Me, I call the shots 'round here

I say who get shot, who don't get shot 'round here

I say who can and can't pump on the block round' here

Stick-up kids can get they ass got 'round here

Niggas snitchin', D's comin', it's hot 'round here

They finna run up on one of the spots 'round here

Be on point, its easy to get knocked 'round here

But be smart, you need to have that Glock 'round here

[Outro: 50 Cent]

Yeah, nigga!

You need to have your motherfucking gun 'round here

Don't be off to see the wizard, motherfucker

Lion without a heart

Barking and shit, you ain't gon' do nuttin', nigga

Don't make me touch something out this motherfucker

Go ahead and jump back, nigga

I'm waiting on these niggas

Ha ha

You think I'm scared? Oh, I'm shakin' in my motherfuckin' shoes

I'm scared to death, ha ha ha

Don't I sound scared?!

Hahahaha