[Intro: 50 Cent]
Right here (Why haven't you learned anything?)
Uh, uh, uh
One, two, one, two, uh
Uh, uh (One, two, one, two)
Uh, uh
[Chorus: 50 Cent & dead prez]
Nigga, I run hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop
Nigga, G-Unit is hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop
[Verse: 50 Cent]
One thing 'bout my music
It hit you, feel the pain
Nigga, I’ll take control of your brain
Listen now, nigga, I’m not playing
Are you ready for that?
Soldier, soldier, grab your gat
I show you who to aim it at
Bang, bang, bang, run, toss the gat
No, no, no, no lookin’ back
Nigga, leave the watch, we ain't come for that
Bitch, quit playing, where the paper at?
Shit I rolled, ace, I’m shooting it back
Everybody know how my paper stack
Twenty-inch chrome on the Cadillac
Automatic shotgun, can you handle that?
On the bullshit, nigga, that’s a fact
Ride through the motherfucking hoods strapped (Oh, oh)
Put work in nigga that’s that
Cocked to bust it and you’ll blast back
Got a little money, wanna flash that
Before the wolves come out and blast gats
Pedal to the metal, nigga, mash that
Before your ass end up in a casket, I said in a casket (Whoo)
Who shot Biggie Smalls? We don't get 'em, they gon' kill us all
Man, Puffy know who hit that nigga, man, that nigga soft
He scared them boys from the Westside'll break him off
Jump on his ass, so he run to Harlem, shake 'em off
[Chorus: 50 Cent & dead prez]
Nigga, I run hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop
Nigga, G-Unit is hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop (Ring the alarm)
Nigga, I run hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop
Nigga, G-Unit is hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop (Oh, oh)
[Outro: 50 Cent]
I guess this means I won't be invited to the white parties in the Hamptons
I don't give a fuck
I don't wanna hang out with you punk ass, no way
Get me motherfucking running 'round this nigga, Ma$e
Now you wanna play games, don't wanna make the deal, nigga
Man, I'll fuck your shit up, nigga
Is you crazy, nigga?
Matter o' fact, you know what?
I don't wanna do the deal no more
Fuck the deal, nigga
You wanna play games, you wanna waste my motherfucking time, nigga?
Time is money, nigga, you wasting the motherfucking money, nigga
Aight
I see what you trying to do
But I don't know why you doing what you trying to do
Why you want to make me tell everybody what Misa told me Huh?
Now you go on and send me fifty thousand dollars
For this nigga travel fees
You know, air fare, hotel space
For that last tour, nigga
Or I’ll really service your ass, nigga, hahahahahaha
Looks like Puff got 50 conned in May
