The Mechanic 50 Cent (Ft. Tony Yayo)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Niggas trying to front? We move on them
One up 'side the waist, squeeze the Ruge' on them
Next day we outside like who want it?
Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them
Yeah, niggas want to front? We move on them
Go through that block they pump, wave that Uzi at them
Next day we in the hoopties looking for them
Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them

[Chorus: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)]
I'm the mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
(Call the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
Talking that slick shit)
I know how to fix this
I'm the mechanic

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
With a hard head; a nigga head open, he soft
I provide these services, we breaking them off
I'm a familiar face from the land of the lost
I used to be a worker bee, now a nigga a boss
It's like every now and then I'm back to being a mechanic
I split a nigga head, I'm a grease monkey with it
My momma told me "Baby Boy, the Lord going to bless us"
The dope bought us shit the food stamps couldn't get us
Man, they don't understand, we were just trying to make it
But where I'm from, when you want shit, you got to take it
I'm a Trojan of War, I get it done like Achilles
My Tre Pound will cut a nigga down on the str-id-eets (streets)
I never had drama with Spics, Jews, or Guineas
But once over a bitch a nigga tried to kill me
I was coming out his projects, I let off the semi
You ask 'em out in Edgemere, they know me