[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

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 2: Tony Yayo]

When my warriors come out and play, I'm Osirus

I eat, sleep, shit and catch niggaritis

And beat niggas down like the turtles on Rikers

I'm a cheap-ass connect with some high-ass prices

I been totin' four-fours and MAC-10s

Since Tim Dog was on Ron G 10

I'm the nigga on the strip that make friends relapse

I'm the nigga on the strip that's a walking G pack

[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 3: Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo]

I don't bash woman, but I'll throw a bitch in a sleeper

I been this way since Rakim was kicking a speaker

You can fly on holidays like Christmas and Easter

You only wear yellow ice if you piss in the freezer

I'll put your partner in a case for barkin' off of base

You suppose to be getting money, shake that carpet off your face

I'm in the place, top runner in the race

Nike fanatic, spent spring-summer winnin' rings

Look what happened to Ma$e, I hope you see them same light as him

My tape pound from me, put you on tubes and vitamins

I might've been slumped in the G5 drunk and

Thumpin' The Chronic one, ridin' with the trunk shakin'

I'm on the run from a marriage, the ring with the carats

I'm done with the average, give me someone established

I'm performing if they come with the karats

These bitches want my son in their carriage

But want 'em feelin' dumb and embarrassed, bitch (Nigga)

[Outro: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent]

Bummy-ass niggas

None of y'all fucking with us, man (Hahaha)

G-Unit

Hottest niggas out in the streets right now

Tell them niggas

Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo (Hahaha)

The General, 50 Cent, nigga (Yeah, you heard him motherfucker)

Go ahead and scream my name, nigga

Go ahead, say something

So I can fuck you up