50 CENT:      G G G G G-Unit. 50 Cent nigga Tony Yayo (yeah)      (Drop That Shit)      Yeah and it don't stop,    I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block    Yeah and it don't quit,   It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch      Yeah and it don't stop,    I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block    Yeah and it don't quit,   It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch      TONY YAYO:      They say good things will happen to those who wait   Shorty stuck in the game still slingin' weight   None of that's yo' life that ten in the brown   For XL six or seven fo' pound      Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is better   And with camera's in the mirror nigga cars costs cheddar   I'm on first class flights with flying cooks   'cause my verse sound nice when they flyin' hooks      Now im blowin' weed-o in Beverly Hills   Some bad free hoes in the Montreal   Next year it's the new Hummer   Stash box with the llama drive through in the blue data bomba      Heaven or Hell will prevail when I'm a goner   'cause I Eat up tracks Like Hannibal and Dahma   I'm the first one out, and last one on the corner   This life is a hustle any day you be a goner      P89 Ruger with the silence off   Little clipper sellin' spitballs goin' through straws   We got plenty of rap sheets but not on sale   We even got dillingers that hold shotgun shells      These rappers is talkin' 'bout bricks in they rhymes   You never did shit but some Mickey Mouse crimes   I don't respect it my work is never watered down   So on the first I get more checks than Nike town      Swingin' 31 Money's I been on the block   Since nigga's did the snake runnin' man in the walk   When I was 15 I didn't want no workin papers   I worked the strip all night, servin' niggers      Listen nigga, We live like Italians in jail   I got CO's bringin' cell phones to my cell   Get rich in the game, niggas out to get you   Fill you ass up with led turn yo' ass to a pencil      I jumped out with the Ruger rapid fire   I had you on the run like Omar on the wire   I'm the only rapper you know that stay on the run   I'm the only rapper you know that stay with a gun      I'm a hustla' OG's love to hate   'cause I got old school money put away in a safe   You can catch me in the hood where that dope and coke at   Or you can catch me in cali in the Hollywood throwback      I'm a bail jumper, you know them fish scale pumper   Fuck judge wong he gon' catch me on the corner   Nigga make poor attacks, homie ya owe me   You wanna rap we can battle for yo' see through rollie      I begin in a mansion stripin' the models   The bathroom's so far you gotta piss in a bottle   There's too many Indians and not enough chiefs   Why you buy all the gun's if you ain't got enough peeps      The shit I spit will cause an all out riot   In my new 4 fifth will cause a hollow tip die   Im the type to tie up your lady, gun butt your baby   Im like the mob nigga fuck you pay me      Im'a hide my assets, and disappear   Make a quick 20 mil and vanish in thin air   I've finished my work now its time to cop   And meet that Chinese lady at the baggie spot      I Need 12 12's    And 58 58's   'cause I got 8 sales   And they all gon' wait motherfucka   50 CENT:      Yeah and it don't stop,    I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block    Yeah and it don't quit,   It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch      Yeah and it don't stop,    I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block    Yeah and it don't quit,   It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch