[Tony Yayo]
Yeah!
Yeah!
It's Tim-Unit Nigga (HA HA HA)
Yeah!
You know I like how I sound on that nigga!
Huh!
[Timbaland]
Nigga, your time is up
I ain't come to catch you
I knew you niggas was dumb
But how dumb is you
Thinkin' you could see the king when you unofficial
You don't wanna go to war 'cause I launch these missiles
I'm a "Ride or Die Nigga", I be tearin' tear shit up
We ain't like them other crews, so don't preparin' to us
All the hoes love a nigga that be backin' it up
But me, I love money, I be stackin' it up
From my band wagon puller, they hop on board
They hop right on mine but hop right off yours
I get respect homie all across the board
I get to call a "Milla" track without an award
Ever wanna test a nigga, then come see me
In the street, I hold my ground like on concrete
I know shit ain't sweet, so the shit get deep
I'm rich, I can pay to have you six feet deep, Nigga
[Chorus: Timbaland] (2x)
I give it to who ever want it
If you want it come see me
You know where am at if you want it
If you want it come get me
[50 Cent]
Yeah!
Nigga, you violate, I regulate Rata tat tat
Bigger shields to fit in that banana clip jack
Run in the bulls eye, form on your back
Hard to miss with a full clip in the Mac
I got Ammo! Ammo!
Eye low, reload!
Caught a nigga quick
Yeah, my knife can't leave it
Tough guy shit, nigga that's what I see through
You like a three course meal, motherfucker I eat you
You fool
And I'm in the mood
So fun I let the hammer fly
Nigga you could duck, run for cover or die
Your choice, you choose
I pop, you move
Evacuate shot
You been shot
Nigga, your blood on the street
You rough shit's creek, you can hardly speak
You startin' to get weak
Your eyes close your life, Flash!
Your heart's slow, your heart stop your ass
Then you fuck it!
[Chorus] (2x)
I give it to who ever want it
If you want it come see me
You know where am at if you want it
If you want it come get me
[Tony Yayo]
I'm like Nicolas Cage, yeah, it's the Ghost Rider
P89, yeah, I like my toast lighter
Costa Rica to Brazil, I got my hoes in the Lear
While your bitch ball headed like, Britney Spears
I'm in the projects, gettin' dope and piff money
Two more flips that's in and a cold Smith money
Fuck a G 4 I'm in a G 500
G 450, G 550
That's airplane talk, I'm the aviator man
Baby ate lawsuits, your baby out your hand
Spaghetti and cold brown mixed got me blunted
This whole talk about she know, fuck on a empty stomach
Buy out the mall and hugged the block
A hundered "Dall" wood green and a phantom drop
Then I cruise in the club, got my rubes in the club
Pay a belt and buck, now I ouze in the club
Yeah nigga!
[Chorus] (2x)
I give it to who ever want it
If you want it come see me
You know where am at if you want it
If you want it come get me
