Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if **** hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's

Yea, ***got, if I want it, I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a *** outta yaself tryin' to stop me
I'm ****y, raps rocky, ***** you sloppy

You know that I'm, 8 levels above you *****
I'll club you *****, I never heard of you *****, it's ugly *****
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin' on *****s is only gon' leave you smoked

So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards
I got no friends, ***k most of these cowards
They pop **** 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

I got a inter-gangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a ***** like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the street sweeper
This **** can get uglier than the Master P sneaker

We slidin' through the ruckus, wit Prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna ***k us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you ***kas, cops followin' to cuff us

Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper, I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, ***** plad ain't bulbary

You can't tame Lloyd, smokin' by the big screen
You changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game, boy
I know the rock's botherin' ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of yo religion

Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin' a 10 'cause Bush handin' flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the Gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare *****s since Craig Mack

Now every morning's a fast start
And there ain't problem gettin' dressed
'Cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin to raid and leave
Wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs

I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin' my braids
We just find out what club they at
Take 'em wit us and run a train on 'em like a subway mat

Yer advance is a gray acura
These record labels got most artists
Gettin ***ked like the gay rappa'
I go to college on a tour

I'm goin down in history *****, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, tec's polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
By now, you probably heard of me

Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a ***k, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin' wit cha nike's burgandy, White T, burgundy
You match now, back down
*****s love to hate you but love you when you disappear
Catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing gear

Heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin' chairs
We ain't rich but we be glad to snatch ya
I send cars to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcha

You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin' for a coupe to drive
You ain't gettin' nuttin' but ya french fries supersized
It's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin' my vocals, *****

Still in the projects *****, you ain't goin' nowhere
You gon' ***kin' be there for the rest of yo mutha***kin' life
And yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin'
To encourage you, somethin' positive

Aight well, I ain't gon' lie to you mutha***ka
He ain't goin' nowhere
Get yaself a beer, get on the ***kin' curb
***kin' dirtbag