[Intro: DJ Clue & 50 Cent]
Yeah n***a
Yeah, we gonna smoke this motherfucker right here, right
We gon' smoke this shit
And then I'ma drink a lot a water
And I'ma take Golden Seal, so my PO don't find out I'm smoking this shit, aight?

[Verse: 50 Cent]
Yo, n***as wouldn't rob Frankie if they had the chance
Wasn't cause of him—it was cause of his man Lance
Frankie cut crack (Woo), Lance hold the Mac (Yeah)
If fiends fuck with Frankie's packs, Lance cut the crackheads
He popped up, thought he was locked up
Came thru stuntin' wit his wrist all rocked up
Shoulda seen him smile, missin' the tooth
Coupe missin the roof
He like "What up, 50?" I'm like, "What up with you?"
Lance had a reputation that was well earned
Heard he taught n***as how them shells burn
Out there in Redfern
At the dice game, he rolled a headcrack in a crack
I'm like "Nah, I ain't paying for that! N***a, shoot it back"
N***as lookin at me like I'm crazy, they shook
I don't give a fuck who he shot out in Red Hook
Asked about Bone—yeah, Bizzy was my man
'Tilhe beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac for seven grand (Fuckin' crazy)
His man was thirsty, I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a juks, bitch!
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard n***a
50 Cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT!
Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo, n***a
Ay what's up, n***a
Yea you motherfuckin' right this DJ Clue, Grand Theft Audio 2
Now G... **Gun cocks**
The fuck out the car n***a don't make me rush you, n***a
Shoot that n***a, 50!