[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin’ niggas must be mad at Banks
But there’s only one problem – niggas ain’t as bad as Banks
Nigga yous front, you gon’ get shot down
We fend to pump crack at your spot now, G-Unit
Nigga ain’t nuttin change
You move I’ll blow your brains

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent):]
These niggas don’t really want war (nah)
They just walk around fronting
‘Cause I walk around stunting
Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea)
If you really want something we can show up at your front door
I know my history, my family tree done said “master” (uh-huh)
Fuck living positive, ’cause negativity spreads faster
A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car
‘Cause big heads come flying through ya door like Casper (WOO)
I’m smoking out the jar (jar) scoping out the bar
Distracted see shorty breast poking out the bra (uh-huh)
Not the type to go spark metal and
Stop thinking you gangsta ’cause you hit a park yellow van (yea)
Act hard but ya heart made a marshmallows man
Talk tough, til you get cuffed and start telling damn
Everyday I got a new bitch and when I’m done with her
It’ll look like she dived head first into cool whip (God damn)
You only gon wind up dead trying to prove shit
I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yeah)
I gotta have bucks on the waist
I’m hungry like a South African with flies stuck to his face (WAA)
Catch Banks in a truck full of bass (uh-huh)
Remember I’m a bachelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space
You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped
The only trigger you touch is on a gas pump
I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew
Cook and clean for the kid like Celie in color purple (uh-huh uh-huh)
I know you wanna pop me but (but)
If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (ah)
Fuck, I really hold the rubber
I send Sparks at you and I don’t mean Emilio or Bubba
I’m aiming for a video or cover, huge tour buses
A pound and a philly hold the smuggler
G-Unit’s what’s up right now
The Gucci cloth is on a Newport sign upside down
You gotta come a little harder, nigga
You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a starter (ha ha ha)
You still gotta beg a ho (ho)
And you mad ’cause you blowing on oregano
You niggas’ll never blow
Anyone to step in my ring is brave
I don’t know a thing about hair styling but I can make a finger weave (err)
Short stay leave her butt in the telly
Lace up the beef and broccolis peanut butter and jelly
I’m about to get this deal (uh-huh) shorty know
That’s why she foaming out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer pill
I ain’t loud around a snitch (nah)
I don’t crowd around a bitch (nah)
The jumpsuit match with the Carolina kicks
I been sick since niggas was on Harlod Miner dick
I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (woo)
Niggas can’t stand the fact that I’m real
I kidnap the queen from the castle and put her back on the pill
Gimme Barbie at her best (uh-huh)
Bacardi at the chest (uh-huh)
I’m similar to the young Marcus Garvy at the desk
Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press
Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest
My success got suckers salty (salty)
Blowing steam like a cup of coffee
Click POW get these fuckas off me

[50 Cent:]
Yea
Lloyd Banks nigga
What’s up nigga?
It’s 50 nigga
You fuckin’ with him right?
I know you fucking with him ’cause I said you fucking with him
That’s my baby right there that’s my boy right there my young nigga
What’s up nigga?
What the fuck
I hear niggas hollering that “keep it real” and all that nigga
Nigga if you talking all that gangsta shit
Nigga we get it popping nigga
What’s up nigga?
Anytime nigga I don’t give a fuck if it’s 4 in the afternoon nigga
Any where you see me nigga
Let’s go