[50 Cent:]
I’ll whip your head, boy, you know I will
I’ll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
I’ll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
I’ll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed
I’ll whip your head, boy, you know I will
I’ll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
I’ll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
I’ll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent:]
Two niggas in the front, two niggas in the back
That’s four niggas ridin’ strapped in grandpa’s Cadillac
The voice in my head say, “Fuck all these niggas”
Then I start thinkin’, ‘I should rob all these niggas’
Man, my homies then wan’ do whatever I wan’ do
I say I wan’ eat they say shit we wan’ eat too
Let’s ride around find a nigga stuntin’ on front street
With the shine’s on niggas be lookin’ like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell um come up off that shit ‘fore we start poppin’ some more
Fuck a ski mask, man, niggas know who I is
I got a full clip and niggas know I get biz

[50 Cent:]
I’ll whip your head, boy, you know I will
I’ll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
I’ll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
I’ll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed
I’ll whip your head, boy, you know I will
I’ll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
I’ll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
I’ll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent:]
I’m up early in the mornin’, tryna make a move
We come in here with me shorty take your lil’ on the school
Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the llama to get this cake
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
But she don’t know it, damn, okay, we’ll wait
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
Put a gun to her head sayin’ daddy come home
You was rollin’ poppin’ bubbly, didn’t think it get ugly
In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin’ you
That the nine will jam right in my hand

[50 Cent:]
I’ll whip your head, boy, you know I will
I’ll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
I’ll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
I’ll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed
I’ll whip your head, boy, you know I will
I’ll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
I’ll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
I’ll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed

[Young Buck:]
I got his homies screamin’ Buck you need to calm down
Niggas be gettin’ killed every time you come around
We ran up in his crib, made his momma kiss the ground
She askin’ God, “What my baby done did now?”
I’m takin’ everything, jewelry I want it all
Duct tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall (Gimme that)
Fuck waitin’ we gon’ starve waitin’ on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I’m impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar
The mack I have his brains all over the fuckin’ sidewalk
And I’ma be on CNN again, it ain’t my fault
March nigga step, right nigga left
G-Unit soldier, I’m thuggin’ ’til my death

[50 Cent:]
I’ll whip your head, boy, you know I will
I’ll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
I’ll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
I’ll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed
I’ll whip your head, boy, you know I will
I’ll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
I’ll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
I’ll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed