[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah...
Soon as they hear my voice, right? They know it's 50
Heh hahaha
Soon as they hear it in the club, they know the move
[Chorus: 50 Cent, with Lloyd Banks]
Y'all niggas better move
When you see me come through
Y'all niggas better move
Or find out what my gun do
Y'all niggas better move
When you see that trey pound
Y'all niggas better move
Or stick around and get laid down
Y'all niggas better move
When you see me come through
Y'all niggas better move
Or find out what my gun do
Y'all niggas better move
When you see that trey pound
Y'all niggas better move
Or stick around and get laid down
[Verse 1: 50 Cent, (DJ Whoo Kid)]
I'm from the slum, where crack get slung and gats get slung
D's run up in niggas cribs, son, we clap at them
I got two felonies, this my third strike
I might as well go out this bitch wit' a bang, right? (Ahh!)
Niggas think 'cause I'm doin' good, I'll flip and get on some shiny shit
The hood fucked me up, my brain still stuck on that grimey shit
My chain look good, your chain look good (Uh-huh)
I'll pop, shine it, and it sell it to a nigga from my hood (Yeah!)
I don't know you before rap, you'se a Fed-ass nigga
A stan-ass nigga, no-name brand ass nigga
When I say "give it up," niggas gave it up smooth
When I say "get low," nigga, that ass better move
If you flash jewels, I flash tools, nigga, cash rules
I'm nuts like cashews, blow ya ass out ya shoes, make the news
Short fuse, a nigga's screws loose
With my trey 8, I get it poppin' like Bishop in 'Juice' (Ahhhh!)
[Chorus: 50 Cent, with Lloyd Banks]
Y'all niggas better move
When you see me come through
Y'all niggas better move
Or find out what my gun do
Y'all niggas better move
When you see that trey pound
Y'all niggas better move
Or stick around and get laid down
[Intermission: Marquise Jackson]
Fuck that, it's Lloyd Banks next!
G-Unit – you know how we get down, don
Marquise Diamond up in this bitch!
G-Unit!
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Y'all better move, nigga! Get out the way!
'Cause I'm holdin', I could put a hit out today
And I'm frozen, blowin' that blue shit out the bay
And none of y'all niggas fuckin' wit' the kid – okay?!
I'm thinkin' 'bout who to Bogart next
They want the Juice and I'm Omar Epps
I go hard, yet –
Nigga, you somethin' like a old Corvette
And I'm a Maybach, I stay strapped, behave, Black!
I calm my nerves with a Chocolate or a Hay' sack
Thinkin' of ways to pop up wit' a grey plaque
And several knots in my pocket from the paid tracks
So I get more head than any stocking or a wavecap (Yeah!)
They get it poppin' in the crowd when they perform
Don't come to one of our concerts wit' alligators on
They think bickerin' back and forth with the Bank matters
So I'll prolly die shootin' like Hank Gathers
[Chorus: 50 Cent, with Lloyd Banks]
Y'all niggas better move
When you see me come through
Y'all niggas better move
Or find out what my gun do
Y'all niggas better move
When you see that trey pound
Y'all niggas better move
Or stick around and get laid down
