Put A Hole In Yo Back

[Chorus: 50 Cent] I come through, niggas be screwing they face up at me I'm like why they looking like that? Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me I'll put a big ass hole in yo back Nigga I, don't, know what you heard about me That got you looking like that But if you, get on some bullshit fucking with me I'll put a big ass hole in yo back [Verse: 50 Cent] Yeah, nigga what? You're now rockin' with the livest Beams on the llamas, New York City's finest A drug dealer's dream, red jag, rim shining Four shooters riding in the trucks right behind us It ain't my fault, man, the hood made me grimy I hustle, get my weight up, them niggas gotta move Only the strong survive, the weak gettin' bent up (Yea) After they blow trial and that ass get sent up Niggas in the pens gon' hear this and lose they mind Come home possessed by the music, and use that nine I was in Sean C crib when I wrote my first verse Stuck niggas in front of Edgemere, let my gat burst I ain't had no money then, I was in and outta cash Wearing blue Nike Cortez from V.I.M's, damn Went to Eddie's for gold teeth Benny's for the shines Had on eight ball jackets To cover up the nines Barrel link chains, high [?] rings Damn fools, I rob 'em for like all kind of bling This is not a fiction homeboy it's fact Certain things paint problem child on my back, yeah [Chorus: 50 Cent] I come through, niggas be screwing they face up at me I'm like why they looking like that? Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me I'll put a big ass hole in yo back Nigga I, don't, know what you heard about me That got you looking like that But if you, get on some bullshit fucking with me I'll put a big ass hole in yo back [Outro: 50 Cent & [?]] Yo Lay What up Fifth You got a boxcutter? Yeah man Chop one of these niggas Aight boss