If you think you can fuck with 50
You got to be crazy
I won’t do a joint with you, no matter how much
Your label try an’ pay me
I’m on top of hip-hop, I run with Aftermath
And motherfucking Shady
It’s simple, I see you’d like to be me
Y’all niggas, can’t fade me

I could be a gentleman or gangster, the bitch done chose
Got semi-autos to put holes in, nigga’s and hoes
My wrist all froze, for flicks I pose
Fiends sample my Ds and those, I suppose that’s about a 9
So far the grands stack for niggas sniffing white lines
Sell anything under the sun to get mines, I’m gon’ shine
Stunt for the summer, H2 Hummer, got paper now I’m picky
Change the rims, drape the watch, trade the Timbs, I upgrade
Now I’m paid – catch me in the Trump Tower lobby
Strokin’ other niggas hoes is my hobby
Treat me like Kemosabe baby, suck me baby
I roll with Shady and Dr. Dre, oh!
I’m down to, try my luck, see if I can finger-fuck in the truck
G-5, 50 so live
Soon as my zipper go down her eyes wide
Got her in the telly on the bed with her hands tied, wooo!

If you think you can fuck with 50
You got to be crazy
I won’t do a joint with you, no matter how much
Your label try and pay me
I’m on top of hip-hop, I run with Aftermath
And motherfucking Shady
It’s simple, I see you’d like to be me
Y’all niggas, can’t fade me

“Is this what you want?”
G-Unit, God’s Plan!