[Intro]   You niggas is soldiers man   Fuckin' toy soldiers   Yeah get in line cadet   Aten Hut!      Yayo you punk ass bitch.   I know you cant wait to get off house arrest nigga.   So you can run the fuck outta New York, you faggot      [Chorus]   Niggas tryna play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent   Why you tryna play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent   Can't play the game with only 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent   So why you tryna play the game with only 50 Cent   Come back when you got a couple dollars holla.      [Verse 1]   You gonna need more than 50 Cent to play this game   Nigga hating on me cause I'm doin my own thang   I aint Lloyd Banks, bitch. I dont share your brain   I was in the fast lane before the G-Unit chain   You was hatin on Ja cause him and Irv went pop now your ass run around singing the Candy Shop   After 'Westside Story' I took your fans   I seen it for myself that bitch Olivia's a man.   I got word from the wise nigga you dead wrong   stole the real 50's name and wouldn't pay for his headstone   Nigga got mad when 'How We Do' start climbin, acting like a bitch cause he Got Rich and Stop Tryin'   Got niggas locked up you a snitch in Queens   Told them Touch shot Pac then ratted out Supreme   But on the rizeal im talkin about you and me   Toe to toe 5-0 C-E-N-T, faggot      Banks is a bitch, 50 is a bitch, Yayo is a bitch, Buck is a bitch, Olivia's a bitch... no Olivia's a man, ha. God damn      [Verse 2]   You reported more names than the evening news   I guess now Reebok making cement shoes   Yayo the only real muthafucka from the street   You swinging on me like you want 5 heartbeats   Ok. One. Two. Three. Four, flat line   If you say you wrote my shit one more time   You ain't a hood nigga, you Got Rich and Stop Tryin   Jimmy scared Chris Lighty and he start lying   Lil' snitch what you know about movin' in silence?   Even NYPD can't deny it   The life of your story is fuckin' Vivica   But your baby mama left you cause you couldn't get it up, bitch      Yayo went to jail, Banks sold a mil, then Buck sold a mil, then 50 gave a deal to a bitch named Olivia whose titties aint real.   Now they all hiding behind the police shield      [Chorus]      [Outro]   G-G-G-G-you niggas aint shit, bitch ass niggas   I told you this shit was real, nigga   This is Fat Rat nigga, mutha fucka   All you get up on there is sing a few hooks   Nigga you wanna claim a niggas fame, nigga   You was our Ashanti, you bitch ass nigga   What the fuck is you talkin about you wrote something nigga   The Real is the real, nigga   Black Wallstreet, nigga   The Black Wallstreet, nigga   Gonna tell your bitch ass nigga   I aint gunna get up on this mic and play them games, nigga   I told my nigga lemme get that last 16, nigga   Im Rapping right now, nigga   But im spitting it real nigga   You know who im talkin to nigga   50, nigga   Bitch ass nigga   Black Wallstreet, nigga   Brasil and Wimelton   What block you on, nigga?   We'll be there!   What block you on?   Scary ass nigga   Fuck this shit man   Niggas woke me up with that bullshit, nigga.