I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack, I got money, I got money
Nigga don't trip, I'll kill ya if you f*** with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip, nigga don't trip
You gon' make me get on some s***
Run up on you quick, what up, you're whipped
Nigga don't trip, you gon' get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya whip, tryna f*** with my clique
Nigga don't trip case you didn't know who this is
It's 50 Cent b****, G-Unit, nigga don't trip
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow Lam
Murcielago, loud gold top down, nigga damn
I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz s***, ruger in my hand
Thinkin' the East ain't enough, it's time to expand
I plan to head out West and plant my feet down
A nigga big as King King in the street now
I do a lil' house shoppin' and buy me a crib
It's palm trees and pretty b****** out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel b****** come and suck on my dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and s***
Niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil' charm
Thirty karats on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb
Nigga you hustle but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You f*** around if you wanna
Where I'm from, you learn to blend in or get touched
I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch
Niggas know my stage, they don't f*** with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun
This is that Ferrari F-50 s***, it's real laid back
Type s*** you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same s*** for ten bodies, you get for one 'cuz
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour
Chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
Make a lil' extra money on the side, mayne
I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word
Puttin' that work in, Pirelli's on the Porsche chirpin'
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin' to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack
Nigga you hustle but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You f*** around if you wanna
