(feat. 50 Cent)    [50 talkin:] It's 50 Cent & S-N-double O-P  You don't want no snoop & you don't want it wit me    [Chorus (50 cent):]  Everytime I come around they like "Oh No"  I get to trippin; slap the clip up in my 44  Shit I been thru in my hood made my heart cold  I get to poppin off that thang like I'm loco  No sense in coppin pleas when you see my knife out (knife out)  Motherfuckers light out (lights out)    Here comes Snoop, uh (oh shit) (Oh No)  Sup Nigga, sup now, huh? (Oh No)    [Snoop:]  Ricky Ticky Timble, C's is the symbol  Courdoroy khakis, stacies & brimmed up  Straight razors just to keep you trimmed up  1-8-7, oh yeah, now you remember  He's electrifyin & original  So gangster, Snoop Dogg the criminal  The one you hate to love, in the club, in the cut  Hugged up wit yo bitch, nigga I don't give a shit  You betta check dat ho, that's what wreckin G  Now step your game down, cause ain't no checkin me  You'll be respectin me until you leave this room  Or my gat'll go boom, bullets go zoom  Now your names on a tomb  They pourin out liqour wit no room to consume, you silly bafoon  I pop niggas like balloons, I ain't feelin em  Walkin in my big blue chucks cause I'm killin em    [Chorus]    [Talkin:] Hey whaddup cuz, it's 50 cent;  What's happnin nigga?    [50 Cent:]  Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin (Yea)  Hundred miles an hour pulse flyin wit my eye... an  He who fears fate lives like a coward  You go against me, you'll be devoured  Then you get to poppin you'll have a change of heart  I hit your chest a couple times you'll have to change your heart  Have doc usin donors, dead niggas with spare parts  You come back wit lungs of a snitch, an the heart of a dead nark  Niggas never see the light till it spark  Then they bleed, it get cold, then shit get dark  You can call me the beast from the east, I run these streets  You can eat hollow tip shells or you can work for me  These rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limits  Push Me - a hundred revolvers'll get to spinnin  Your services are no longer needed; Rock-a-bye baby  My bitch'll do it to you with a lil 380 (Yea)    [Chorus]    [Snoop Dogg:]  I'm bailin thru the door again  Let the Momo pour again  Me & my ho again  Yea she got the four up in this motherfucker  And Imma bust it if you try to rush us or touch us or sucka duck us  It'll crack off, Now back off - real slow  An if you don't know, I never hesitate to shoot a ho  Yea that's my reputation - you test my patience &  You & your fam - bam - gon hear the blam, blam  Goddammit I'm at it again  They done let that bitch nigga up outta the pen  And now he lookin for me - what the heck - my game is built on respect  Now I'm breathin down your mortherfuckin neck  I dumps till my clips is empty  I'm headin down Willshire to San Vicente  And when I get there don't ask who sent me  Just take dem shots an drop it like it's hot  Bitch Nigga    [Chorus]    [Talkin:]  Ha-ha-ha  Yea Nigga  Just when you thought I was gone  Slide back up on you like the wind nigga  Hurricane D-O-Double G  With the G,G,G,G,G, G-unit