Nah Nah Nah 50 Cent (Ft. Tony Yayo)

[Inro]
Got the shotgun
Got the handgun
Got the paper in my Nike box
Burn the haze up
You better raise up
Before you get ya punk ass shot

[Chorus]
We hunt them down
We gun them down
Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah
Don't fuck around, the tre pound
Thats 6 rounds for the raw, nah, nah, nah
We on the trip, fuck up a flip
100 grams of the raw, nah, nah, nah
We on this shit, we spit a clip
That your whip home boy? Nah, nah, nah

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah I run the town like a marathon
Trackstar, trapstar
Teflon shock plate, front and back hah
P90 Ruger talk, .38 Special flow
Hollow tip, hottest shit, flyest nigga in New York
C-4 in the function in the bomb, niggas fronting
I got it like they want, so they hating when I'm stunting
I'm hot now, I'm bigger than the block now
Rolls drop, top down
Lambo, top down
Violate, get shot down
I live by the codes you follow
I jooks some nigga 'fore I beg or borrow
I come from the street where there's strong and there's weak
And when the strong hungry, the weak something to eat