50 Cent

Yeah (Wha, yea, yea, yea)
It's 50 Cent (Wha) and S-N (Wha-wha-wha-what) double O-P
You don't want it with snoop and you don't want it with me
Ahhhh
Every time I come around they like "Oh no"
I get to trippin' slap the clip up in my fofo
Shit I been through in my hood made my heart cold
I get to poppin' off that thang like I'm loco
No sense in coppin' pleas when you see my knife out (Knife out)
Motherfucker it's lights out (Lights out)
Here come snoop, uh (Aw shit)
Oh No
What's up nigga, what's up now, huh?
Oh No
Ricky Ticky Timble, C's is the symbol
Courdoroy khakis, stacies and brimmed up
Straight razors just keep you trimmed up
1-8-7, oh yeah, now you remember (Wow)
He's electrifying (Wow)
And original (Wow)
So gangsta (Wow), Snoop Dogg the criminal
The one you hate to love, in the club, in the cut, hugged up wit yo bitch, nigga I don't give a shit (Nigga what)
You betta check dat ho (What)
That's what wreckin' G ()
Now step your game down (Down)
'Cause ain't no checkin' me
You'll be respecting me until I leave this room or my gat'll go boom
Bullets go zoom
Now your name's on a tomb
They pourin' out liquor with no room to consume, ya silly buffoon
I pop niggas like balloons, I ain't feelin 'em
Walkin' in my big blue chucks cuzz I'm killin' 'em (Yeah)
Every time I come around they like "Oh no"
I get to trippin' slap the clip up in my fofo
Shit I been through in my hood made my heart cold
I get to poppin' off that thang like I'm loco
No sense in coppin' pleas when you see my knife out (Knife out)
Motherfucker it's lights out (Lights out)
Here come snoop, uh (Aw shit)
Oh No
Ay what up cuz?
It's 50 Cent, man
Wha, what's happnin' nigga?
Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin' (Yea!)
Hundred miles an hour pulse flyin' wit my iron (Uh-huh)
He who fears fate lives like coward
You go against me, you'll be devoured (Rrrrrrrrr)
That Nina get to poppin', you'll have change of heart
I hit your chest a couple times you'll have to change your heart
Have doc usin' donors, dead niggas for spare parts
You come back wit lungs of a snitch and the heart of dead narc
Niggas never see the light till spark
Then they bleed, it get cold
Then shit get dark (Uh-huh)
You can call me the beast from the east
I run these streets, you could eat hollow tip shells or you could work for me (Work for me)
These rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limits
Push me, a hundred revolvers'll get to spinnin' (Wooo!)
Your services are no longer needed, rock-a-bye baby
My bitch'll do it to you with a lil 380 (Yea!)
Every time I come around they like "Oh no"
I get to trippin' slap the clip up in my fofo
Shit I been through in my hood made my heart cold
I get to poppin' off that thang like I'm loco
No sense in coppin' pleas when you see my knife out (Knife out)
Motherfucker it's lights out (Lights out)
Here come snoop, uh (Aw shit)
Oh no
Oh no
I'm bailin' thru the door again, let momo pour again
Me and my ho again, yeah she got the fo up in this motherfucker
And I'mma bust it if you try to rush us or touch us or sucka ducka us
It'll crack off
Now back off, real slow (Back up real slow)
And if you don't know, I never hesitate to shoot a ho
Yea that's my reputation, you test my patience and
You and your fam, bam, gon' hear the blam, blam (Blam, blam)
Goddammit I'm at it again
They don' let bitch nigga, up outta the pen and now he lookin' for me, what the heck (What)
My game is built on respect
Now I'm breathin' down your motherfuckin' neck
I dumps till my clip is empty
I'm headin down Wilshire to  
And when I get there don't ask who sent me
Just take dem shots and drop it like it's hot, bitch nigga
Every time I come around they like "Oh no"
I get to trippin' slap the clip up in my fofo
Shit I been through in my hood made my heart cold
I get to poppin' off that thang like I'm loco
No sense in coppin' pleas when you see my knife out (Knife out)
Motherfucker it's lights out (Lights out)
Here come snoop, uh (Aw shit)
Oh no
Heh heh heh, yea nigga
Just when you thought I was gone
Slide back up on you like the wind, nigga
Hurricane D-O-double G
With the G-G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit
Good lookin' cuzz
Sha Money
Lloyd Banks
Yea, yeah
Young Buck
You know how we does, oh
The lil homie Game from the CPT
Yeah
I see y'all over there doin' what y'all does
Eminem, heh heh, yeah
Oh we crippin' over here cuzz
That's what we doin'
Oh yeah
I holla back like that there
Chuuuch