We blocked up a lot, time is money,
Sickness got me, load up nigga
Yo, we would've been killed you,
he probably your father nigga
niggas knew you was a rat
when you make ghetto Quran
Had names in the daily news,
You block out the temp shot,
less hair to do, this job rule
I'm singing on the hooks the same,
bitch you done scared with it
And don't try to diss a D -block crook
Fuck sales, you hear your boss
If it's warm, get the four,
put his head on the floor
So we can tell his faggot man
Ay, you could all die in an instant,
Straight pound and leave your ass
A four pounder make your man
Shots fired, man in the hole, nigga
Shots fired, tell G -Unit to roll, nigga
Shots fired, nine times a tenth,
Shots fired, somebody better tell
if he keep runnin' his lifts, nigga
you already been hit, nigga
Shots fired, we don't give a
Shots fired, get the fuck off our dicks,
Shots fired, get rich or die tryin',
Now you rich and you tryin' to die,
And he run with more police
than the motherfuckin' president
Be rich or die tryin', was a classic
Now you rich and you tryin' to die,
And he run with more police
than the motherfuckin' president
He a bitch nigga, he get ill
Like we ain't know that he cock
block game out his Reebok deal
Plus he had to labor like,
so they won't let it rot in
Come and see us with a gun
Got your shit sprayed nigga,
been pussy since that sheepskin
now we gon' take your mic
left the hood and hide the cops
we the one to fire them shots
Tell G -Unit to roll, n***a
Nine times a 10 on his door door
If he keep runnin' his lips, n***a
Damn, you already been hit, n***a
We don't give a f*** if you rich,
Get the f*** off our d***s, n***a
Yo, you wasn't real with me
Now you gotta deal with me
I'ma get you the same tombstone
For all of y 'all hearers
Y 'all scared of the block
But you can never worry me
I know you been to jail, you
In the hood till they bury me
My father, you did a shot fit in Lakeview
How about he was in the bunk
All y 'all niggas together
ain't got enough bars for us
Heard a bunch of shit from y 'all,
none of it was hard to us
Kill his ass if there's no cops
Can't come back to New York, nigga
Tell G -Unit to roll, nigga
Nine times a tenth wanna do it to him
Did he keep running his lips, nigga?
Damn, you already been hit, nigga
We don't give a fuck if you rich, nigga
Get the fuck off our dicks, nigga
Controversy sells, but it ain't like that
I just can't say it any clearer