[Hook: 50 Cent] x2 Y'all n****s better ease up Cause I ain't for the sucka s**t Better figure out who you're fu***n' with Hoes down, G's up Don't get me on my other s**t Cause then we get to shootin' and cuttin' s**t [Verse 1: Young Buck] I've done been caught slippin', had to take the bullets out myself Bite down on this bandana and hold my breath Almost killed me, a couple more inches to the left And I'd be out of here, finally get my chance to see death Meanwhile I'm healin' up on Popular Hill Gettin' head in the va, they got your b***h on the film I got to bust a couple heads with my n***a Soulja Slim Talked to C-Murder, he 'bout to come home from the pen [Verse 2: Kidd Kidd] And when he come home, I might be the one that's goin' in Just hit your block last week, this week I'm goin' again You don't know who you fu***n' with, I'm the one they come and get You know what you gonna get, I don't know which gun to get You ain't ever shoot nothin', got shot at Shot back, pull the stock back, gave his waves a stockin' cap I'm 'bout that, I'm gettin' the chopper right now I know where Buck hide 'em at [Hook: 50 Cent] x2 Y'all n****s better ease up Cause I ain't for the sucka s**t Better figure out who you're fu***n' with Hoes down, G's up Don't get me on my other s**t Cause then we get to shootin' and cuttin' s**t [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I've been with the bullshit, n****s sayin' I'm slippery [?] my car door, them n****s wasn't hittin' me N****s say they aired me out, boy you hit the stop signs Said you tried to take my head off, you better stop lyin' I take a nigga's work, murk, all I do is diss All I, all I do is diss, all you, all you do is miss I'm my town, boy I'm what they wanna talk about I show a country n***a quick what New York about City slicker, slick n***a talkin' slick s**t The slick kinda n***a n****s better stick with If they're tryna eat, out there on the street Pop s**t, pop a n***a, watch a n***a leak [Hook: 50 Cent] x2 Y'all n****s better ease up Cause I ain't for the sucka s**t Better figure out who you're fu***n' with Hoes down, G's up Don't get me on my other s**t Cause then we get to shootin' and cuttin' s**t [Verse 4: Tony Yayo] Chuck Norris vs. Bruce Lee, in the kitchen chop a ki Money comin' in, ain't no time for sleep Blunt look like a twig, one hand on a cig Stashbox for the pigs, yah dig So your claim to fame is puttin' work in I'm on the Cayman Islands gettin' brains like a surgeon In solitary pursuits, and nothin' but the fu***n' door If n****s ribs touchin', kick [?] [Verse 5: Lloyd Banks] F**k outta here with all that money s**t, ya' scrambling still Foot 'em, let the damage build, 357 cannonfield Realest on the planet, still, steal a n***a just because [?] yo he don't mean it, yes he does Bimmer leanin' hefty drugs, I hope you n****s rest in pain Peel 'em off a rind of piss, my feelings gone since I was 6 I steal a corner, rocky wrist I hear you're boring, I'm convinced I was born to double dead presidents [Hook: 50 Cent] x2 Y'all n****s better ease up Cause I ain't for the sucka s**t Better figure out who you're fu***n' with Hoes down, G's up Don't get me on my other s**t Cause then we get to shootin' and cuttin' s**t
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