Say What You Want

Yo, niggas be askin me "yo 50 who you got beef wit?"
 I'm a tell yall niggas who I got beef wit
 I got beef wit any nigga I can't make no money wit
 If I can't make no money wit you, fuck you nigga
 G-Unit nigga, that's what'sup cause I said that's what'sup
 [Tony Yayo]
 I get money, money I got
 So it's a 100 grams or better when I'm going to cop
 I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier
 And my down bitch as a holster, like I'm supposed ta
 Heavy pistol sales for living
 My gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue
 While I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep
 That's the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress
 See me in a black lex, hard-top
 My mink drop-top, fresh out the carlot
 I got the gift of raw pugilist speeches(?)
 So I'm gon sell like the box office features
 Niggas in the hood can't see G-UNIT!
 But deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT!
 Cause we got them three b's: benzes, burners and bitches
 And plus we on the road to the riches
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 You can say what you want about me
 As long as you don't get in the way of my money
 Cause all that talking shit to me played out
 Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out
 [Lloyd Banks]
 Lately I been going through a phase
 Hope they aint tap the phones
 Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones
 Therefore I'm on the move with the squad
 I'm stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad
 Picture me putting jewels on a broad
 I'd rather put shoes on the car
 A pool in the yard
 You don't really wanna fool with the god
 Nigga my front line long enough to fill two boulevards
 In this game, you only make it far if you loyal
 And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled
 Why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me
 Ill leave you in water like the statute of liberty
 Tryin to be cool
 Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school
 Keep rappin for your hood, I'm rappin for benzes
 And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses
 [Chorus]
 [50 Cent]
 Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!)
 What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh)
 Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!)
 What I learned from watching Brucie B
 Look, I shot the sheriff
 And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass getting shot
 Here's the plan, I'm a keep stackin my ends
 Till I'm on airplane seats in the Maebach benz
 I'm all about the chips
 I done took them trips
 22's on the 6
 26 on the bricks
 And them outta town niggas, I'm chargin yall more
 I tapdance on the shit I aint servin it raw
 You sell smoke, look nigga I got what you need
 But it aint goin cheap I got mouths to feed
 Niggas always sayin damn 50 you bugged
 Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug
 Gimme his watch and his chain
 We not the same, he a lame
 He want pussy I'm bout my money man
 Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick
 Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed
 Yo it's 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange
 I'll see you another day motherfucker it's 50
 Shots 'til your heart drop and freeze up, ease up motherfucker
 [Chorus]