feat. Jay-Z
[Intro - 50 Cent] (Jay-Z)
(YES!) Yeah, ha, ha, yeah, yeah
I know you hear the footsteps
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho' I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I apply pressure to pussies, that stuntin' I pop
Stand alone squeezin' my pistol, I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
Now 50 Cent, I write a lil' bit, but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cause I got mine
And I'm around quit playin' nigga, you can't shine
You gon' be that next chump, to end up in the trunk
After bein' hit by the pump, is that what you want
Be easy nigga, I lay your ass out
Be-lieve me nigga, that's what I'm about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone (Yeah!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Jay-Z] (50 Cent)
Everybody wanna rhyme like Hov'
'Cause I rhyme like, I be rhymin' in the Rove', rhymin' in them HO!
Ma like the diamond will blind you at the show
I don't shine, I glow, I remind you of that dough
Don't I, did I, hustle the game, just the thought alone
Give me a boner, coach caved into a coma
Can't out hustle a hustla
You can't out play a player, this rap shit is a lay-up
In my former buis' motherfuckers will spray ya
In the music buis' motherfuckers, just say stuff
Spit on ya sprayer, niggaz just play tough
When the camera's on, when the camera's gone
Niggaz wanna set up meetings
'Cause they know most likely when I see 'em, I'ma set up a beatin'-ac
