[Talking]

Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then

This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby

50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga



[Verse 1]

Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot, choose one

Some get addicted, some do it for fun

Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns

And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds

I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones

Frontin' and I'll clap your ass and leave you for dead son

Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound

NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover shit

Fuck wit dogs you ain't familiar wit, and get bit

Niggas scripted through the hit, for some paper and shit

It's all about the cash, keep it in a stash

Some niggas talk shit wit they ass, I see through them like glass

Popo lookin' for me, for some shit I did in the past

If you don't like me at first, I'm gonna grow on you like a rash

This rap shit, I got it in smash, I'm built to last

Feel the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and laugh (haha)



[Chorus: repeat 2X]

You don't have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash

Cause for the money, niggas will murder that ass

I came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blast

The power of the dollar (the cash, the cash)



[Verse 2]

Nigga don't you ever forget, I call the shots

I run the spots, extort your pops, flossin' drops

I'm "Livin Off Xperience" like Lox, I'm hot

Check what I got, shorty got knocked

Comin' up out the capsule spot

On the uptown block, he couldn't run from the cops

So my man got shot

In a jet black Brasada, across the street from his mom's crib on his block

I told him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that ass

Niggas told 'em slow down, he was movin' too fast

Heard the shot, went through his face after the glass, he crashed

Hit the three on his niggas grass, the cattle said it got low fast

The kid who had it done was a crude fella

Who woulda thought he wile out over that mozzarella

We ain't know them, but now we know better

Not to fuck with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta

He won't hesitate to squeeze that, over that green back

Believe that, now niggas know that he's back



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

I ain't got a worry in the world, if it's beef, don't sing it, bring it

Parents warn their kids, about people like me

I'm out of order, I turn your only daughter, into a transporter

Before I die, I'm gonna see more blow than Rich Porter (woo)

50 Cent, don't get it fucked up for greens, I for greens

Let it go back to Smith, I dissect it

I check and correct it, flow perfected

I make shit hectic, I wreck shit, nigga check it

If you ain't tryin' to feel the flames from the blast

Respect a nigga cash

My smile will rock niggas to sleep, pack heat

Fuck the police, handle beef on the street

On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm a 9 with 2 MM's

If your man want to get involved, I'll bring it to him

Niggas been wantin' me dead, I'm still here kid

They send their dogs to come get me

They wet shit, but they ain't hit me

Word in the hood is 50, shifty

Niggas they don't want to go against me

Cause they know I hunt your ass alive



[Chorus]