 feat. Jay-Z
[Intro - 50 Cent] + (Jay-Z)
(YES!) Yeah, ha, ha, yeah, yeah
I know you hear the footsteps
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be
done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle
pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho' I'ma make it hot, baby
(baby)
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I apply pressure to pussies, that
stuntin' I pop
Stand alone squeezin' my pistol, I'm
sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and
Run rocked rhymes
Now 50 Cent, I write a lil' bit, but I
pop nines
Tell niggaz, "Get they money right,"
cause I got mine
And I'm around quit playin' nigga,
you can't shine
You gon' be that next chump, to end
up in the trunk
After bein' hit by the pump, is that
what you want
Be easy nigga, I lay your ass out
Be-lieve me nigga, that's what I'm
about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on
chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the
gas and I'm gone (Yeah!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Jay-Z] + (50 Cent)
Everybody wanna rhyme like Hov'
'Cause I rhyme like, I be rhymin' in
the Rove', rhymin' in them HO!
Ma like the diamond will blind you at
the show
I don't shine, I glow, I remind you of
that dough
Don't I, did I, hustle the game, just
the thought alone
Give me a boner, coach caved into a
coma
Can't out hustle a hustla
You can't out play a player, this rap
shit is a lay-up
In my former buis' motherfuckers will
spray ya
In the music buis' motherfuckers,
just say stuff
Spit on ya sprayer, niggaz just play
tough
When the camera's on, when the
camera's gone
Niggaz wanna set up meetings
'Cause they know most likely when I
see 'em, I'ma set up a beatin'
Windows no tints, cars, no rims
That's because we handle ours, like
grown men
I ain't touch ya wheels, sent I drove
the Ben'
That's 'cause it was a Coupe, nah I
ain't suit
I'm just telling the truth, you Tom
Cruise
You can't handle it, handle it, nigga
is what I do
I try to be modest, on "Blueprint 2"
Y'all don't respect modest, y'all
respect my dollars
You gotta believe, I think like an
artist
But my bills through the roof, can't
do numbers like The Roots
(Oh No) No disrespect, I be tryna
disconnect
But niggaz keep pulling me back in,
trapped in
My pops gotta live wit this order, my
whole live in disordered
And I just got his living room ordered
And you wanna why the chip on my
shoulders
Is more like a brick or a boulder, you
understand maybe, when you get
older
Got a hundred niggaz on ya dick,
saying you oughta
Record like this or what have you,
nigga's is back stabbing you
Bitches mad at you, 'cause they
can't have you
Press wanna know about the
daughter of Matthew
Now it's back to the hood again, all
Black hood again
Back to old lady saying, what I
coulda been
Back to the gats, you forgot, I'm real
good with them
They gon' put a nigga in jail, oh well
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent] + (Dr. Dre)
I'm down for the action, he smart
with his mouth so smack 'em
You holdin' a strap, he might come
back so clap 'em
React like a gangsta, die like a
gangsta for actin'
'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll
be askin, "What happened?"
OH, NO, look who crept in with the
FO', FO'
Twenty inch rims sittin on LOW-PRO
Eastside, Westside niggaz ALL
KNOW, I'm LO-CO
Even my mama said, "Something
really wrong with my brain"
Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm
down to die for my chain
G-UNIT! we get it poppin' in the hood
G-UNIT! motherfucker what's good
I'm waitin' on niggaz to act like they
don't know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow
'em off the map
With the Mac, thinkin it's all rap
'Til that ass get clapped, and Doc
say "It's a wrap"
(It's a wrap, nigga)
[Chorus]
[Verse 4 - Jay-Z]
I'm not the two, not the three, not
the four, the five
I take the pain from my life, pour it
all inside
Take my strain and my strife, take
my ego and pride
Used it to kick down the door,
brought my people inside
And I hope you, ain't think I wrote
this
To entertain you, that ain't what I
came to do
I will bang you, I will act like
orangutan's do
I give you hot wings, turn niggaz to
angels
Understand my angle, I'm safety
first
Don't make me act, like the safety
don't work
Tough niggaz get it the worst, I'm
beggin you come for us
I'm giving motherfuckers, dirt com-
forters
[Chorus]
[Verse 5 - 50 Cent]
I been feelin I have to teach lessons
to slow learners
Go head act up, get smacked in the
head with the burner
I don't fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty
I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens,
nigga ya heard me
When streetlights come on, niggaz
blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to
pass the time
In the game there's up's and down's,
so I stay on the grind
Niggaz on my dick more than my
bitch, I stay on they mind
They ain't nothin' they could do, to
stop my shine
This is +God's Plan+ homey, this
ain't mine
I played the music loud so grandpa
called me a nuisance
And grandma, who always gotta
throw her two cents
I'm the drop out who made more
money than these teachers
Roofless/ruthless like the Coupe, but
I come with more features
I am what I am, you could like it or
love it
It feels good to pull fifty grand and
think nothin of it, fuck it
[Chorus x2]
[Outro - 50 Cent]
Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr. Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha
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