I'll give you something to talk about
Come 'round me fronting, I'll air you out
I go off
I don't shoot shit up, dog, I gun it
I don't shoot shit up, dog, I gun it down
I don't shoot shit up, dog, I gun it down
I don't shoot shit up, dog, I gun it down
Walk up on niggas and run 'em down
Pull a stock out the K, throw a hundred rounds
Won't stop 'til your box lowered underground
Put you in a urn, your bones'll burn
The rap gorilla, the wack rap ringtone killer
I'm here, to find a nigga equally realer is rare
You can meet me in the square if you dare to come near
I have no morals, just a whole lot of piss and a dick for you
Bullets in the clip for you
This the ignorance, at least it looks that way when you witness it
Kill all witnesses
Bury the hatchet, matter of fact, bury the casket
Kill niggas, bury the ratchet, dig it back up if I have to
I used to bump niggas and punch niggas out for the practice
This shit starter, this shit finisher
I don't know what's harder, when they
Release you or when they sentence you
The realness, back like I promised
Ready to dig in a nigga's shit like a colonic
I don't know who's them again, from last time, remember them
They can't believe we back up in the club
We get to sipping on that Henny and my bitch'll get the semi
And you fuck with me, I'm gon' let it off
I go off, off in this bitch like it's legal
A nigga moving 'round with the eagle
I go off, you say you get it and we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel
I go off
Big pop of the prop on deck
Versace, LV's on the specs
My Gucc' loaf slide up the ground when I step
Beat it, the kid ain't mine, I contest
I suggest you aim above neck
The vest cover the chest, the palm cover the heck
Lin-Kat, I don't rock with the cops
Horse with the stick in the hand of the jock
Everyday gear that I wear on the block
Can you picture me rolling? Can you see me clear like Pac?
Who shot ya? Who want beef with Big Poppa?
Feel a thousand deaths when I drop ya
I feel for you like Chaka Khan, I'm the don
Make niggas talk through the wire like Khan
A trip to the mall turn a duck to a dime
You can catch me on my shit, stuck to a grind
On a mission, trying to turn a buck out a dime
In the kitchen, trying to turn a fuck out a nine
Nigga, listen, I earned every buck that was mine
I ain't never cry over fucking dimes
Don't make me go off
I don't know who's them again, from last time, remember them
They can't believe we back up in the club
We get to sipping on that Henny and my bitch'll get the semi
And you fuck with me, I'm gon' let it off
I go off, off in this bitch like it's legal
A nigga moving 'round with the eagle
I go off, you say you get it and we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel
I go off
First gear, pop the clutch
Second gear, throw it up
Third gear, I'm on stuck
Fourth gear, I'm at 12 o'clock
I know a papi get it in, 12 a block
But his price too low, so I'm scared to cop
The guns'll blow, and I ain't scared to box
I know niggas upstate doing life in the box
I know niggas upstate doing life with they pops
It's the bully whether you like it or not
The chain cool, but you don't look right in a watch
So give it up smooth, yeah, or the rifle'll pop
Or get you some shoes, probably look nice in a box
Flow smooth, light on my feet like Heavy D
Money earning all day, but I ain't from Mount V
Just threw a bale on the scale of the tree
Thou' and 'em, making two hundred every P
Without rap, I could double on a D
Shit, make it snow in a blizzard like G's
You don't know a near-nutter like Sig
You don't really wanna see me in the street
Don't make me go off
I don't know who's them again, from last time, remember them
They can't believe we back up in the club
We get to sipping on that Henny and my bitch'll get the semi
And you fuck with me, I'm gon' let it off
I go off, off in this bitch like it's legal
A nigga moving 'round with the eagle
I go off, you say you get it and we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel
I go off
I'll give you something to talk about
I go off
Come 'round me fronting, I'll air you out
I go off