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[intro]
you n-gg-s is soldiers man
f-ckin’ toy soldiers
yeah get in line cadet
aten hut!

yayo you punk -ss b-tch.
i know you cant wait to get off house arrest n-gg-.
so you can run the f-ck outta new york, you f-ggot

[chorus]
n-gg-s tryna play the game with 50 cent, 50 cent, 50 cent
why you tryna play the game with 50 cent, 50 cent, 50 cent
can’t play the game with only 50 cent, 50 cent, 50 cent
so why you tryna play the game with only 50 cent
come back when you got a couple dollars holla.

[verse 1]
you gonna need more than 50 cent to play this game
n-gg- hating on me cause i’m doin my own thang
i aint lloyd banks, b-tch. i dont share your brain
i was in the fast lane before the g-unit chain
you was hatin on ja cause him and irv went pop now your -ss run around singing the candy shop
after ‘westside story’ i took your fans
i sing it for myself that b-tch olivia’s a man.
i got word from the wise n-gg- you dead wrong
stole the real 50’s name and wouldn’t pay for his headstone
n-gg- got mad when ‘how we do’ start climbin, acting like a b-tch cause he got rich and stop tryin’
got n-gg-s locked up you a snitch in queens
told them touch shot pac then ratted out supreme
but on the rizeal im talkin about you and me
toe to toe 5-0 c-e-n-t, f-ggot

banks is a b-tch, 50 is a b-tch, yayo is a b-tch, buck is a b-tch, olivia’s a b-tch… no olivia’s a man, haha. god d-mn

[verse 2]
you reported more names than the evening news
i guess now reebok making cement shoes
yayo the only real m-th- f-cka from the street
you swinging on me like you want 5 heartbeats
ok. one. two. three. four, flat line
if you say you wrote my sh-t one more time
you ain’t a hood n-gg-, you got rich and stop tryin
jimmy scared chris lighty and he start lying
lil’ snitch what you know about movin’ in silence?
even nypd can’t deny it
the life of your story is f-ckin’ vivica
but your baby mama left you cause you couldn’t get it up, b-tch

yayo went to jail, banks sold a mil, then buck sold a mil, then 50 gave a deal to a b-tch named olivia whose t-tties aint real.
now they all hiding behind the police shield

[chorus]

[outro]
g-g-g-g-you n-gg-s aint sh-t, b-tch -ss n-gg-s
i told you this sh-t was real, n-gg-
this is fat rat n-gg-, m-th- f-cka
all you get up on there is sing a few hooks
n-gg- you wanna claim a n-gg-s fame, n-gg-
you was our ashanti, you b-tch -ss n-gg-
what the f-ck is you talkin about you wrote something n-gg-
the real is the real, n-gg-
black wallstreet, n-gg-
the black wallstreet, n-gg-
gonna tell your b-tch -ss n-gg-
i aint gunna get up on this mic and play them games, n-gg-
i told my n-gg- lemme get that last 16, n-gg-
im rapping right now, n-gg-
but im spitting it real n-gg-
you know who im talkin to n-gg-
50, n-gg-
b-tch -ss n-gg-
black wallstreet, n-gg-
brasil and wimelton
what block you on, n-gg-?
we’ll be there!
what block you on?
scary -ss n-gg-
f-ck this sh-t man
n-gg-s woke me up with that bullsh-t, n-gg-…

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