[Intro: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
Ayo man, what the fuck, man, (Yo word up, man) ey'time I come to the studio (Yo what the fuck, B), this shit don’t never work, man
Yo what the fuck is the matter with these nig, ya'll niggas call up Tone and Poke, man (Yo 50, I'm tellin’ you, smack the shit out this nigga, man)
Tell them niggas I said, "man, somebody better fix this fuckin' shit, I'm not doin' nothin'" (Fuckin' time is money, we payin' for these sessions, 50 smack the shit out this nigga) word to my, fuck this rap shit, man, I'm goin’ home right now, man, I don’t give a fuck, man
*Smack sound* (Ohhh) (You know how you do it), (I'ma fix it, yo, chill yo) *Smack sound* (Ohh, ahhhh)
Come on, man, these niggas is stupid (I’ma fix it)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Ayo I know niggas who sniff coke like Bobby and smoke weed like Whitney
White bitches with big implants like Britnеy (Yeah)
I know soft niggas like Ma$e, ghеtto niggas like Case
Little niggas like Shyheim with scars in they face
Fuck a horn or a [?] [?], I'm sellin' the base
I know niggas like Red and Meth, who always high
I know fake gangsta niggas like Sticky and Ja
[Interlude: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent]
Yeah, these fake ass niggas
But yo 50, man
You always shining in the booth, man
Could I get time to shine for a minute, nah I mean?
Yo son I'ma let you live, son, go head, get yours, tell ’em where you from, nigga
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent, Both]
I'm from the boulevard of broken dreams where guns got infrared scopes, and infrared beams (Uh)
Where niggas sling coke and cutthroat for cream (What?!)
And the dope so raw all the old folks lean (Woooh!)
Niggas I looked up to, I'm lookin' down on
The broke niggas on the block that you clown on
The way we livin' there ain't no rules (Uh-huh)
That's why the system build prisons instead of schools
If you ain't got no guts
You ain't got no glory (Uh-huh)
Ya men get manhandle 'cause pressures mandatory
So I spend my spare time with the nine and the mac (Yeah)
The three five long'll push ya hair line back, I got the mind of a OG nigga
Givin' out packs of PC to mini-me niggas
I turn innocent chicks to switchblade sisters
And burn down blocks with convicts and killers
Five hundred CL, got the whole hood hyper
Buggy eye shit with one windshield wiper, I'm on that next level, man
In my hood I'm real ghetto, man
Keep all my hoes in high heel stilettos, man
Ayo man, what the fuck, man, (Yo word up, man) ey'time I come to the studio (Yo what the fuck, B), this shit don’t never work, man
Yo what the fuck is the matter with these nig, ya'll niggas call up Tone and Poke, man (Yo 50, I'm tellin’ you, smack the shit out this nigga, man)
Tell them niggas I said, "man, somebody better fix this fuckin' shit, I'm not doin' nothin'" (Fuckin' time is money, we payin' for these sessions, 50 smack the shit out this nigga) word to my, fuck this rap shit, man, I'm goin’ home right now, man, I don’t give a fuck, man
*Smack sound* (Ohhh) (You know how you do it), (I'ma fix it, yo, chill yo) *Smack sound* (Ohh, ahhhh)
Come on, man, these niggas is stupid (I’ma fix it)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Ayo I know niggas who sniff coke like Bobby and smoke weed like Whitney
White bitches with big implants like Britnеy (Yeah)
I know soft niggas like Ma$e, ghеtto niggas like Case
Little niggas like Shyheim with scars in they face
Fuck a horn or a [?] [?], I'm sellin' the base
I know niggas like Red and Meth, who always high
I know fake gangsta niggas like Sticky and Ja
[Interlude: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent]
Yeah, these fake ass niggas
But yo 50, man
You always shining in the booth, man
Could I get time to shine for a minute, nah I mean?
Yo son I'ma let you live, son, go head, get yours, tell ’em where you from, nigga
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent, Both]
I'm from the boulevard of broken dreams where guns got infrared scopes, and infrared beams (Uh)
Where niggas sling coke and cutthroat for cream (What?!)
And the dope so raw all the old folks lean (Woooh!)
Niggas I looked up to, I'm lookin' down on
The broke niggas on the block that you clown on
The way we livin' there ain't no rules (Uh-huh)
That's why the system build prisons instead of schools
If you ain't got no guts
You ain't got no glory (Uh-huh)
Ya men get manhandle 'cause pressures mandatory
So I spend my spare time with the nine and the mac (Yeah)
The three five long'll push ya hair line back, I got the mind of a OG nigga
Givin' out packs of PC to mini-me niggas
I turn innocent chicks to switchblade sisters
And burn down blocks with convicts and killers
Five hundred CL, got the whole hood hyper
Buggy eye shit with one windshield wiper, I'm on that next level, man
In my hood I'm real ghetto, man
Keep all my hoes in high heel stilettos, man
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