50/Banks 50 Cent (Ft. Lloyd Banks)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo

[Chorus 1: 50 Cent]
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

[Post-Chorus: 50 Cent]
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 (Niggas look down to Pee Wee Herman)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
50, lefty, no gun in my right palm
Bronx niggas love me, like they think I'm Mysonne (Woo)
These rap niggas 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 niggas 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 say "it's on", it's on (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 wan' bump heads with me and get hit up
You, you ain't got what it take to fuckin' get up
Holla niggas names on records, that shit is played out
But holla mine in your next line and get laid out