(feat. Yung Ro, Mista Madd)    [talking:]  50/50, Yung Ro, Mista Madd  Bringing you, some mo' thug ish  Yeah, all about this green cheese  This for my thugs, feel me on this  No, feel us on this ay    [50/50 Twin:]  50/50 got grind, cause he was born with it  I thank God all the time, that I was born fitty  I don't call pshycic lines, or get palm reading  I put a rain coat on my spine, when I see the storm reaching  Um briefly, I must describe a hustler with heart  From his greens cheese, to God struggled apart  Dump his main squeeze, you know why she bugging him a lot  Over petty things, like why we never go chill at the park  If it's cash, he get it five dollars and up  He don't flash, but really got Impalas and trucks  The stash, gon fill it ten thousand dollars and up  Sleep fast, enough chilling now it's time to get bucks  Roll one deep, that way he don't have to split nicks  Roll one sweet, that way he can stash it really quick  Clothes come cheap, that way he ain't attractive to chicks  Four hundred G's, practically he having them bricks    [Hook:]  All my thugs, bust your guns  Represent your shit, throw up your hood you from  Fire up the hydro, if you holding some  Grind and get your million, that you're focused on  Soon as you get some bread, here the roaches come  If they have they hand out, give em no response  Matter fact, watch the hoes cause those the ones  Try not to spend shit, even fold your ones    [Yung Ro:]  You niggaz got me fucked up, bucked down and sideways  Pain In Full starving artists, and I ain't ate in my five days  I got five ways to get do', I'ma give you three  Pimping hustling, and rapping on beats  I'm grinding in these streets, Boogie D a crack cutter  A B county headbuster, serving them crack suckers  We got crack for crackheads, that'll crack your head  Pregnant smokers take a puff, and crack they eggs  And if they late paying us, Cat'll crack your legs  We so deep in this shit, we gotta tap the FEDs  You never know what niggaz wearing, so I aim for the head  And always check my clientele, in case they came with the FEDs  I'ma slowly torture you, until you tell me who hired you  Put a bullet in your head, if I feel they wired you  Where my thugs at grinding, surran brick wrapping  I'm at cross relationships, trying not to quit rapping    [Hook]    [Mista Madd:]  I ain't gon say they saved the best for last, it was out of respect  A bunch of killers on my payroll, so you don't wanna flex  I never do dirt, I got dirty cats that get dirty  And they already know, I got a ton of attorneys  Paid In Full is the streets, but call me the Don  Y'all little tricks in the game, I done this for way too long  I use to be Mista Madd, cause local rappers made me pissy  Now you niggaz wanna sign, you niggaz use to diss me  Twin call me the mob boss, but Marcus calls me pa  That there, that's the um B I just bought  Don't hate me little daddy, cause I love myself  Sometimes I wanna jump back, and kiss myself  This little broad on my brain, she gon kiss myself  I do em two at a time, uh-uh I don't need no help  See I'm heavy in the game, moving weight but not weight  These c.d.'s I serve the cookie cutters, mad so I bake  Giving five orders shake, Paid In Full is my faith  The million dollar deal turned down, it's what I already made  See you jumped on the first deal, your label would offer  That's why your label's like the legend, of that boy Jimmy Hoffa  No one can find ya, man tell me where you are  All you saw was the stars, and you ain't even a star  Hey look at that dude there, in that color changing car  Admit it it's hard, but Mista Madd just went hard    [Hook x2]