[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah
G-G-G
G-G-G
G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I get in yo' ass
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my clique how we stay with the toastas
Blood in, blood out, La Cosa Nostra
You don't wanna bang with the best
I'll have Doc removin' fragments from your chest
They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive
Pray shells I let off don't curse my kid
They say 50 done blew up, 50 you changed, nigga
You stunt, I pull out and you see I'm that same nigga
That Ruger start to roar, iron is flyin'
Eight outta eight on movin' targets
You run, you still dyin'
Check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk to po-po
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for a jux
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for a jux
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Yeah
G-G-G
G-G-G
G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I get in yo' ass
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my clique how we stay with the toastas
Blood in, blood out, La Cosa Nostra
You don't wanna bang with the best
I'll have Doc removin' fragments from your chest
They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive
Pray shells I let off don't curse my kid
They say 50 done blew up, 50 you changed, nigga
You stunt, I pull out and you see I'm that same nigga
That Ruger start to roar, iron is flyin'
Eight outta eight on movin' targets
You run, you still dyin'
Check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk to po-po
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for a jux
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for a jux
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
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