[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] If, some shots should happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me, I'll be aight Niggaz can waste ten while firin at me Cause I'm God's child, there's angels around me
[Young Buck] Life's a bitch and then you die, this couldn't be worse I either don't eat this week, or snatch this purse Clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani My eyes bloodshot red, I'm high but LET'S RIDE! I ain't scared, if I die it was meant to be He might send for you, before he send for me Gun-butt you with the back of the baretta The three-fifty-seven or, the black mac-11 We drive bulletproof Coupes nigga, go on take your shot We used to shoot hoops nigga, now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for y'all You can run but they comin through them country walls Bang dropped me off and show me where he live at Think he tough? I'ma put six in his six-pack When you hear that click-clack bitch better get back quick One to the chest make niggaz do backflips
[Lloyd Banks] You don't think I know you niggaz want me to get murked Get lowered in the dirt in all black with a button-downed shirt Cold with two to the dome - the little niggaz don't get to see Disneyland, they'll settle for a funeral home You don't need hoes to know that the lead's hot I'm prepared for anything tonight as long as it's not a headshot The bigger the rim, the bigger the tire Hollow tips'll make him feel like a nigga on fire Everybody gotta go, it's the truth So I figure while I'm waitin on my turn I'ma blow up the booth I seen niggaz in wheelchairs, eye patches and crutches Arm slings that came home to haze and dutches We can go there but need I shoot Put some holes in your Fila suit, you probably hurl when you see my Coupe I play the hood all the time cause I don't give a fuck You can shoot me down but as long as I keep gettin up, WHAT!
[50 Cent] Shootout shots ricochet, dots in that nigga dere When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number calls, say a prayer hopin God hear - look, I don't fear man Wanna bang out let's bang out, I don't care man A eye for an eye, my perfect to perfections They have me sprayin automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold You stunt and I stop it, I'm makin a profit Every time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-lo's From LA to NY, on the red-eye Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, I'm thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole fuckin rosters I'm big in New York, like B.I.G. Plus I runs with D-R-E