You Need Me

[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah. It's 50... Look you need me man You need me I mean you hate me But you need me Cuz I got the best product man I mean look, it's pure, it's pure as the driven snow Hahaha [50 Cent:] I'm a south side nigga I'm warning you You could get smoked when I come through, okay, okay If sellin cocaine is what you tryna do I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay... (50 Cent!) Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay I got a bunch of paper I wanna spend And now Ima grind, Ima stack, and Ima do it again, okay, okay Lemme show you how Lemme show you how I can show you how Lemme show you how!... This is that Porche GT shit That Baltimore G shit That body-bag, dope fiend dead off OD shit Fish scale cookin' I'm Chef-Boyar-50 I get my hands on that paper y'all need to fuck wit' me, bitch Who want the dice, pray the outcomes nice, like 7 or 11 Ima winner Pick up the chips, better yet bitch pick up the bricks Tell the valet to bring us the whip Look at the Vegas lights I told ya I'll light up ya life Pull up to the floor in a Ricky Hatton fight Ima champion baby... A little bit crazy But crazy's unpredictable and that's entertaining So you hear the boss up, concrete blue, gossip Media take out, let 'em talk while I cake out I can't be more then me But you can make me out to be what you want me to be... 50! It's just a pinch man It's a sample You're not supposed to get high Off the sample You're just supposed to feel a buzz I'm not tryna get you where you need to go, with this... I'm just havin' fun, you know? Probably waiting for a next verse Well there's not a next verse comin!! I'm just playing man Well you could take a bag of this right here We'll call this right here the body bag Lemme put a stamp on this dope right here Yeah that blue magic shit Jay gave you But I know you need to get high again [Tony Yayo:] Nigga if life is a gamble roll the dice If the Feds kick the door then it's natural life, okay, okay I got the dope in the vice, 8 pots on the stove Move 8 bricks on about 8 hoes, okay, okay... I ain't a Frank Lucas lover, Ima block hugger I respect real G's like Don Fischer I ain't ya middle man I'm ya boss man, Pablo Escobar King of New York man King of the coke man King of the dope man Work got got, It's fresh off the boat man Ask fish bone if I had fish scale Jump in the '6 let that bitch fish scale For real..! [50 Cent] It feels like silk! This is that Sin City Golden Navy Players Club Sue's Rendezvous I mean this is like head! Good Sex! Now watch this climax! I'll take it to the next level... Come on... [Lloyd Banks:] There's a lot of product out there But I'm the pure thing 4 rings, Ross-niggas, the guns And court swings Hip-Hop-Heroine I'm better then whoever When I inject the medicine it turns into a fetish Fettuccini when I dine Rap, White Line Wanna recline My jewels blind I got a 89' grind My Mercedes ride by 'em My ladies top dime I line 'em up, I ain't here to make friends, I'm bout a buck I man the game like a corner Everybody cut-throatin' hopin' they can catch a come up run up on a nigga jokin' You strong enough for smokin? That 2K raw No bag, come back, You get what you paid for Whore..!