[Intro: 50 Cent]

Oh, Oh

G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit

Nigga

Haha

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

You say you're ready, you're not ready

We don't shoot no one-on-ones

Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you

Either way, your ass is done

When them shells hit you and they split you

You gon' scream like a bitch

In your dreams it don't feel

How it feels when you're hit

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

Mama baby boy is a killa

Ain't it funny how them guns get to pop for the scrilla?

Four bodies at nineteen, man, I love that little nigga

For five grand, niggas'll air the strip out

For ten grand, niggas'll run up in your house

Have you ass tryna talk with a gun up in your mouth

New York has taught niggas to get money down south

But get knocked in a commonwealth state, your ass out

Fuck the captain, fuck the sarge

Fuck that kingpin charge, bitch

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

You say you're ready, you're not ready

We don't shoot no one-on-ones

Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you

Either way, your ass is done