| Don’t make me come and get ya boy |
| The 40 Cal. will hit ya boy |
| Them hollow tips will split ya boy |
| So don’t make come and get ya boy |
| Yeah flow slow, eye’s low from the dro, push the glow |
| Pimp the hoes, throw them balls fancy cars, designer clothes |
| Gold coupe, new Vogues, big diamonds, white gold |
| You’re fucking with a psycho, I write but you like though |
| Full clip, don’t trip, Blood/Crip Gangster shit |
| Westside, Eastside, riders ride, cowards die |
| Cold world keep the heat with me when I’m in the street |
| Cause when you’re starving, where I’m from, niggas learn to kill and eat |
| Ecstasy, Crystal meth, Marijuana, Cocaine |
| Man I got your drug of choice, here’s a bundle or have a weight |
| Sniff or shoot G-Unit moves snorkels and thermos |
| My clientele is superior when will you learn, yo? |
| Don’t make me come and get ya boy |
| The 40 Cal. will hit ya boy |
| Them hollow tips will split ya boy |
| So don’t make come and get ya boy |
| Can’t stop it, I am unstoppable! |
| Yeah! |
| I’m changing my name man |
| Don’t call me 50 Cent no more |
| Call me 50 Interscope Cent, Curtis Interscope Jackson |
| I’m runnin' this mothefucker! Hahaha |