Yea, G-G-G-G-Unit   Ha ha      It's easy to see when you look at me   If you look closely, 50 don't back down   Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast   Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down   Every little nigga you see around me   Hold a gun big enough to fuckin' hold Shaq down   Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G   You ask about me, the young boy don't back down      Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid   Must decease existin' little nigga, now listen   Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin'   Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin erase them   Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard   Knowin' that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard   Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle   I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace      And your boss is a bitch, if he could he would   Sell his soul for cheap, trade his knight to be suge   You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood   Maybe I'm so disrespectful 'cuz to me you're a mystery   I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history   Never poked nothin' never popped nothin' nigga stop frontin'   Jay put you on, X made you hot   Now you run around like you some big shot   Ha, ha pussy      It's easy to see when you look at me   If you look closely, 50 don't back down   Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast   Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down   Every little nigga you see around me   Hold a gun big enough to fuckin' hold Shaq down   Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G   You ask about me, the young boy don't back down      The record is all fucked up now, what we gonna do now?   How we gonna eat man? 50 back around   That's Ja's lil punk ass stickin' out loud   Southside, tie-dyed, that's just how I get down   I'm back in the game shawty, to rule and conquer   You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster   I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers   All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers      It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background   You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah's crack child   Them niggaz they just suck, they no good   I ain't never heard a nigga say "They like them in the hood"   I'm back better than ever, on top of my game   Even them country boys sayin' "50 we feelin' you mayn"   Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne   I'm New York City's own bad guy bad guy      It's easy to see when you look at me   If you look closely, 50 don't back down   Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast   Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down   Every little nigga you see around me   Hold a gun big enough to fuckin' hold Shaq down   Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G   You ask about me, the young boy don't back down      I ain't tellin' anyone you pussy   I ain't tellin' anyone you gettin' extored   It ain't over G-Unit   I've been patently waitin' to blow   Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 50 cent show   This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun   Now that I'm back, you can't sleep   I'm a nightmare huh   You hired cops to hold you down 'cuz you fear for your life   You heard about them guns I done bought, right?   I ain't goin' nowhere, I done told you nigga   I'ma G-Unit motherfuckin' solider nigga they not gon' like you   I know, I know ha, ha G-Unit      Oh no he didn't say anything about Ja   Okay? Ja is my boo, ok? Jeffery Atkins ain't never hurt nobody   And y'all know big thangs come in small packages, holla!   Now everythang was cool, until, 50 Cent, came back into the picture   They better not put they hands on Jeffery!   Ok first of all, they don't know that I am a 12 degree pinkbelt   Okay I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery   Okay 'cuz see, they don't know me, Delicious, do they know me?   Okay, I thought so   'Cuz you know that I know karate, and I will see him   And I will "Jet Li" his ass!   Whitaaaah!