Lyrics:
Artist: 50 Cent f/ Lloyd Banks
Album: 50 Cent is the Future
Song: 50/Banks
(*Starts off with the beat of Tweet's "Call
Me,"
then changes over to Bubba Sparxxx & Jadakiss'
"They Ain't Ready")
[Intro - 50 Cent talking]
Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland]
Timbaland sounds so good, but I might not be ready
I don't know
If I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we done
bumped already
Now here we go
(*harmonizing over the beat - doo, doo, doo, doo,
doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Pee Wee Herman)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo,
doo, doo, doo, doo)
(Niggaz look down to Pee Wee Herman)
[50 Cent - Verse 1]
50, lefty, no gun in my right palm
Bronx niggaz love me, like they think our mics on
(WOO)
These rap niggaz not like me, they too soft (yeah)
Get shot down, I get up, shakin' shit off
You know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops
(uh huh)
Real niggaz snatch glocks, and run up in spots
We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and
bonds
Or gangsta shit, my Rugers and glocks in palm (uh
huh)
Danger, ring the alarm, kiss the ring of the Don
I conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said song in this
song (god damn)
I won't hesitate to put a knife or a slug in you
And watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug
in you
You don't want to bump heads with me, and get hit
up
You, you ain't got what it takes to fuckin' get
up
Holla niggaz names on records, that shit is played
out
But holla mine in your next line, and get layed
out
[50 Cent - Chorus 2]
My jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavy
I don't know
If I should stunt for these hos again, cause I did
that already
Now here we go
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
(Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck if your favorite
rapper dies, to me thats my spot
I'll celebrate his burial and eat at Haha (yeah)
I've been hungry since a little nigga weed in my
high top (Woo)
Face burgundy red, in need of a eye drop (uh huh)
I had the black Delta Force, blue in the front
Back when Jordan was flyin', and Ewing could dunk
Of course, you can fuck now, you was buyin' the
shrimp then
Me on the other hand, Don Bishop and Pimp King
(*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in backgroud
until G-Unit is yelled)
I'm runnin' from a digital Munster
I do this for the hood and every kid in a dumpster
My name is poppin', and I ain't been at it long
My neck's 16, and made Flex drop a Benz latin bomb
(G-UNIT!)
I'm the best thing to happen to hip hop
Since (uh huh) "Life After Death" and
that Tupac shit drop
I'm even good to a white boy with a slick top
Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist
pop
Who? where?, Master P says our watch don't tick
tock
I'm cleanin' out my 6 shot, watchin' the Knicks
flop
Damn near the whole damn passenger green
Thats how my bedroom, look like the World Trade
after the scene (smoking)
Breaking news, hijack, bus passenger scream (yeah)
I'm your worst nightmare, I crush half of your team
To me your line up is pussy, three wet Pampers
The uzi will have you shakin' like them G-Dep dancers
(damn dude)
(*50 Cent - harmonizing "doo,doo,doo"*]
*beat stops
[Lloyd Banks]
What the fuck happen to the rest of the beat man?
(50 Cent laughing)
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