Patiently Waiting 50 Cent [Intro: 50 Cent] Hey Em, You Know You're My

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Patiently Waiting

50 Cent

[Intro: 50 Cent]

Hey Em, you know you're my favorite white boy, right?

I owe you for this one

[Hook: 50 Cent]

I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on

You can stunt if you want and your ass'll get rolled on

If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long

If you thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

I'm innocent in my head like a baby born dead, destination heaven

Sit and politic with passengers from 9/11

The Lord's blessings leave me lyrically inclined

Shit, I ain't even got to try to shine

God's the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain

I got scriptures in my brain, I could spit at your dame

Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook

50 fear no man, warrior, swing swords like Conan

Picture me, pen in hand writing lines knowing the Source'll quote it

When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it

I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter? I caught cases I copped out, does that make me a quitter?

In this white man's world I'm similar to a squirrel

Looking for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut

If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringing again

These industry niggas ain't friends, they know how to pretend

[Hook: 50 Cent]

I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on

You can stunt if you want and your ass'll get rolled on

If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long

If you thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong

I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on

You can stunt if you want and your ass'll get rolled on

If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long

If you thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong

[Bridge: Eminem]

If you're patiently waiting to make it through all the hating

Debating whether or not you can even weather the storm

As you lay on the table they operating to save you

It's like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above

[Verse 2: Eminem]

They think they're crazy, but they ain't crazy, let's face it

Shit, basically they're just playing sick

They ain't shit, they ain't saying shit, spray 'em 50 A to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them with me

And turn this day into fucking mayhem, you staying with me?

Don't let me lose you, I'm not trying to confuse you

When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu

You get the message? Am I getting through to you?

You know what's coming, you motherfuckers don't even know, do you?

Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot

Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got?

You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot

The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not

It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot

You put ya life in this, nothing like surviving a shot

Y'all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this doc

Shit what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot

Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers

Some cowards fucked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours

Better evacuate all children, it's nuclear showers

There's nothing spookier

You now about to witness the power of fucking 50

[Hook: 50 Cent]

I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on

You can stunt if you want and your ass'll get rolled on

If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long

If you thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong [Verse 3: 50 Cent]

If the gun squad hearing all the shots go off

It's 50, they say it's 50

See a nigga laid out with his fucking top blown off

It's 50 - man, that wasn't 50, don't holla my name

Niggas shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house

And if you got a glass jaw you should watch your mouth

Cause I'll break your face

Have your ass running, mumbling to the jake

You going against me, dawg, you making a mistake, I'll split ya

Leave ya looking like the Michael Jackson jackets with all them zippers

I'm the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper

The way I turn the money over you should call me flipper

Your bitch a regular bitch, you calling her wifey

I fucked and feed her fast food, you keeping her icey

I'm down to sell records, but not my soul

Snoop said this in '94: ''we don't love them hoes''

I got pennies for my thoughts, now I'm rich

See the twenties spinning looking mean on the six

Niggas wearing flags cause the colors match they clothes

They get caught in the wrong hood and filled up with holes, motherfucker

[Hook: 50 Cent]

I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on

You can stunt if you want and your ass'll get rolled on

If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long If you thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong

I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on

You can stunt if you want and your ass'll get rolled on

If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long

If you thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong

"Many Men"

[Intro:] Ayo! I'm the king of this muthafucka! I'm the King Of Detroit! You do what I say what I say nigga! You don't say it: "We gonna smoke this nigga, Proof'! " Fuck that! You shoot that nigga, right there, get that nigga! King Of Detroit, nigga! [9 shots] Whattup now fool? Whattup now nigga? ! [beat starts playin' 50Cent's: "Many Men (Wish Death)".]

[Hook:] Many men! - Wish death upon P! It's hard to survive in the 313. I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be, And niggas tryna take my life away. (c'mon! c'mon! c'mon!) I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' with' me, He ain't come dollo face in 1-E. Watch what you say when you talk about me, Cause I come and take your life away!

[Bridge 1:] Many men! Many, many, many, many men! [gun cocks] Wish death upon me. Dog I don't cry no more, Don't look to the sky no more. Have mercy on me.

[Verse 1:] Man these pussy niggas put money on head, Gonna get your refund, 'cause motha fucka I ain't dead. I'm the "Dozen" in the "Dirt"! - That ain't been found. The real king of the D, shiiit! That ain't been crowned. When I'm on - something special happens every time. I'm the dopest! - Something like Roy Jones in his prime. I walk the planks of the jungle, got a problem then fuck you. Show you what my gun do, if you whack and unhumble. Be for real, punk niggas! - Your new to the beef, Ask any playa in the 'D'! - Your new to the streets! Y'all ain't from 7 Mile! And y'all ain't wound! Fuck a bone! When you hear that CLICK - answer! [shot]

[Chorus 1:] Many men, many many many many men wish death upon me. Dog I don't cry no more, Don't look to the sky no more. Have mercy on me! Have mercy on my soul! Somewhere my heart turned cold! Have mercy on many men! Many many many many men. - Wish death upon me!

[Verse 2:] Now there wouldn't be real, if it wasn't for no heart. If there wasn't 8 Mile, there wouldn't be O Port. Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard. Murk you in afterlife and see twice the God. This is for my niggas on the yo! - Doin' there time. The real murkers in Detroit, that shine on the ground. I heard about that little hit - that you put in the hood. But your shoot-if-you-get-shot ain't gonna do no good. I'm like MG for Shady! - You can call me 'the Don'! If you Micheal mothafucka, you gonna die in the storm. Can't switch sides hommie! - Let cash ride homie! Thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

[Chorus 1]

[Verse 3:] You know how many mothafuckas wanna hear your bone break? PA, 7 Mile, FA's on May. School Craft, LA Mack and Bwick, CCs, Runyon Ave. That's who 'P' with. The cops don't know much, where I tuck my Glock. I got the word from E-Dog when Stuck got locked. Ain't gunna spell it out for you muthafuckas on the grind! Are you blind nigga? - Can't read between the lines? From Cameon! - Rico Shocka and G-Low. Rock man, First Born, Boxy and D-Low. Now let's clear, I'm here for a real reason. He do a a hit, I do a hit, let's see who's still breathin'. [gasp]

[Chorus 2:] Many Friends! - I lost to this game! And this cocksucka come namin' names. So many homies that passed away. Run up on him, point-blank and blast away.

[Bridge 2:] Many friends! Many, many, many, many friends. That died on me, I should have preserved my dog, [gun cocks] Poured out on the curb for ya'll. Your R.I.P.!

[Chorus 3:] Many friends! - I lost to this game And this cocksucka come namin names. So many homies that passed away. Run up on him point-blank and blast away. For Lewon, Click-click! - Bugz and Snook! Don't care 'bout all them drugs he took. Watch what you say when you talk about me, Cause I'm always gonna walk the D!

[Bridge 2] "In Da Club"

[50 Cent] Go, go, go, go Go, go, go shorty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's yo birthday 'Cause you know we don't give a fuck It's not your birthday!

[Chorus (2x)] You can find me in the club, bottle full of Bud Mama, I got that X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

[Verse] When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck But homie ain't nothing change ho's down, G's up I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot" They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

[Chorus (2x)]

[Bridge] My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels Look nigga I done came up and I ain't change.

[Verse] And you should love it, way more then you hate it Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right? When my junk get to pumping in the club it's on I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up If the niggas hate then let 'em hate Watch the money pile up Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub You know where we fucking be

[Chorus (2x)]

[Talking] [Laughing] Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga G-Unit "P.I.M.P."

[Chorus] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P [Repeat]

[Verse 1] Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna I spit a little G man, and my game got her A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid Look baby this is simple, you can't see You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P

[Chorus]

[Verse 2] I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P Come get money with me, if you curious to see how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK

[Chorus]

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH "Best Friend"

[Intro] Yeah! It's my tape man, listen to my tape WOO!!!

[Verse 1] First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin If we get pass the phone games we'll be fuckin I kiss like the french therefore my tongue in your ear Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair For me a different scenery just mean a different position In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen In the chopper or on the jet join the mile high club I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love But I'm a different type of nigga that make sure that you know Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes With your legs way back I see this pussy is mine If you ain't sure when I'm talkin I don't tell you no lies But there's things that you say that have me wonderin why When I don't say what I'm thinkin it don't mean that I'm shy Got on that shit you picked out for me that's why I'm so fly

[Chorus] If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine) Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine) Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend If I was your best friend [Verse 2] While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your back When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk And if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walk There's a swagger that you calm but when you come from New York I'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought Separate me from the rest, I feel like I'm the best If there's a price to pay for feelin you I pay that twice I'm as ghetto as it gets girl you know that's right I ain't got nothin to hide baby I tell you my secrets 'Fore you end up bein 'round long enough to peep shit I get closer to you, I mean closer than close I get into you, after I take off my clothes Girl I been into you, mentally long before

(Like the fire needs the air) (I won't burn unless your there)

Yea, I need you, I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy You know, it's real shit, feel this!

[Verse 1] America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle I take spit over raymo shit, I'm a vandal Got that silver duck tape on my Trey Eight handle The women on my life bring confusion shit So like Nino from New Jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggas around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up I build an empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman, I take that coco leaf and make that snow Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreaming Niggas be scheming, I'm fiendin to live a good life The fiends just fiendin Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me

[Chorus] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way when while I'm trying to get mine And I'll buck you (buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you (fuck you) I want to find the thing thats in my life So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 2] Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks Black talents start flying, when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50 Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit Send me them seeds I'll grow 'em what they need Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic And I'm selling them 500 a pop god damn it I sold everything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook

What goes in my mind, it's contagious Hypnotic, it sounds melodic If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be that potent product Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key And you can locate me where ever that dope be, getting money man

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision Mossberg pumping, shotgun dumping and drama means nothing It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switching lanes In the jewels with your chains I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline Played it perf and get nauseous, watching the spinner spin I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake I'm like the East coast number one playboy B Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me Racist, pointing at me look at the nigga ratchi Hello!

[Chorus] "I'll Whip Ya Head Boy" (feat. Young Buck)

[50 Cent Chorus] I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent Verse] 2 niggaz in the front, 2 niggaz in the back Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz Then I start thinkin', I should rob all these niggaz Man my homies then wan' do whatever I wan' do I say I wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat to Lets ride around find a nigga stuntin' on front street With the shine's on niggaz be lookin' like lunch meat I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who I iz I got a full clip and niggaz know I get biz

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent Verse] I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a move Come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma I hit her with the llama to get this cake Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe But she don't know it, damn, OK we'll wait I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you That the nine will jam right in my hand

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[Young Buck Verse] I got, its homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down Niggaz be gettin' killed everytime you come around We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground She askin' God, what my baby dunn did now? I'm takin' everything, jewellery I want it all Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall Fuck waitin' we can startin' waitin' on tomorrow So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar The mack I have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk And I'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault March nigga step, right nigga left G-Unit soldier I'm thuggin' till my death

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed "Window Shopper"

[Intro] Ohh The top feels so much better than the bottom So much better

[Chorus:] [Clean version:] Ja you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Jada you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy Joe you's a window shopper In the dealership, trying get a test drive Nas you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Dirty version:] Nigga you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy Nigga you's a window shopper In the dealership, trying to get a test drive Nigga you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

[Verse 1] Summertime white porche carrera is milky Im on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit try and stick me imma let off a full clip It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up At the dice game who told you put a G up Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right When I come around y'all niggas better act right When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump When we rollin' rollin' rollin' Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump nigga When we rollin' rollin' rollin' [Chorus]

[Verse 2] niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off After that 5 hour flight from New York I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man Tell her meet me at The Mondrian so we can do our thing She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game Her best friend could potentially be next man Listen man, shit changed I came up from doing my thang Homey I'm holing, holing, holing shit man, the store owner watching you For something get stolen, stolen, stolen

[Chorus] "I Don't Know Officer" (feat. Lloyd Banks, Ma$e, Prodigy, Spider Loc)

[Intro: 50 Cent] It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha

[Chorus: 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 1: 50 Cent] Nowadays niggaz snitchin so much in the street But you gotta talk to them like they the police Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout poppin the heat I don't know nothin 'bout sellin no beef in the streets Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth Nah, I'm just tryin to rap to get some cash Keep the Hip Hop Police off my ass

[Chorus: Prodigy] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 2: Prodigy] Aiyyo, that's my word on the stack of bibles I don't know who did it I don't know who responsible All I know who spittin all I know who givin Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' ass Listen, keep it far away from me I ain't got time for sittin in the penitentuary All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work When theb album drop they go bezerk Mad video play, crazy radio spins Number one all the time, our reign never ends Don't point the finger at us somebody's hangin They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nathin [Chorus: Spider Loc] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 3: Spider Loc] I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead Have no idea what type of gun they done him with You see I hear no evil and I see no evil Ain't tryin to talk to or hear from or see those people And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal I've been tryin to do this music thang and just go legal I don't know why my name in your female's phone But you really startin to sound like a females homes Don't know why they told you that we sell stones We on the internet tryin to get our Email on

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] Nah nigga I don't know who sent them young boys through To air the strip, shit just be happenin out the blue I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news I don't know why that man clutchin on that shit when you move I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels You know how easy it is to get shit confused I wasn't even in New York, I was just in the cruise Somewhere way out in the islands woth your bitch in the cruise Who's my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze Lose they hit from the Uz, Uz all over the street I don't know why they said what's up I don't know who's in that jeep He talk about me all day but I ain't losin no sleep

[Chorus: Ma$e] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 5: Ma$e] I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel There's one for everytime I had to grind up in the ghetto I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin Buicks I don't know why niggaz rap for years and can't make hotter music Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid Body drop, shotty pop, and niggaz wanna tie me to it I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say I'm they daddy Why they solve them CB4 niggaz just keep comin at me Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know

[Hook: 50 Cent] I've been grinding my whole life, nigga Fuck you talking 'bout? I'm talking about eating, pushing that white, nigga You know what I'm about Front with my shit better come correct, nigga Fuck you talking 'bout? Talking about hitting a nigga with this Tec, nigga Yeah, you know what I'm talking 'bout

[Verse 1: Young Buck] I've been unwrapping them bricks, nigga (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) Bagging up pounds of kush with your bitch, nigga (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) Stashing these pills, hoping they fit, nigga (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) Don't worry about me and the Unit, we the shit, nigga (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] I got million dollar schemes on my mind, nigga (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) Them Cuban on, touch a link and shots flyin', nigga (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) I'm still fucking three ho's at one time, faded (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) Put my motherfucking game on her, now her mind's x-rated (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) I got my status up grinding, made it from the bottom like you Southside nigga to a month in Cancun Huge rocks poking, I don't need an AC Banks going through everything B-I two G's These niggas rapping now stupid Bragging, they ain't never sold a unit (One unit!) Acting like you will never do it Don't wind up on the wall over music

[Verse 3: 50 Cent] I can get it, get it for you for the low Six-fifty nigga for an O Blink, a kilo is out the door Don't fuck around when I'm hustling bo Got a hundred mill in my stash, nigga (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) Motherfuck that bank, I got it in cash, nigga (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) Everything cool here 'til I trip, nigga (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) Having niggas hit you, your cousin then your bitch, nigga

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[Bridge: Young Buck] And I'm fresh out the pen back selling dope, nigga (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) 50 said we ain't never going broke, nigga (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) Just blew what your house cost on my neck, nigga (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) Bitch better come find me she want a check, nigga (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) G-Unit, bitch

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo] The bitch only yours in the bed, nigga These hoes ain't loyal, want bread winners Hit perfection, stole bread, nigga That's why S550 getting head, nigga European bitches crazy ass with funny accents Euros in my back, trunk full of white boy, One Direction On that I-9-5, Heckler for protection One minute I'm home, next I'm in Rome, nigga (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) Passport gang, my phone's on roam, nigga (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) G5 flight, I'm in my zone, nigga (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) Why your bitch giving me dome, nigga? (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 5: Kidd Kidd] Rock O's, but you ain't even know it Big Rosco, can't even hold it This hot dough, but I ain't even sold it Get your wig split, I ain't need to sew it We ain't cool, nigga, yesterday paper, old news, nigga Everything brand new, nigga I've been shitting, check your bathroom, nigga Big watch, I'm big time (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) My neck blink and my whip shine (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) Stick it in the freezer 'til it get silent (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) All my life I've been grinding (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) Now y'all know

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[Outro: 50 Cent] Y'all niggas act like y'all don't know what I'm talking 'bout (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) You can fuck around if you want and get your ass laid out (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) This is the Unit (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?) The mighty, mighty Unit G-G-G-G-G-Unit