[Intro]
Ha ha ha! I told n***as (Yeah) not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money, I got money!
Ha ha ha

[Refrain]
Aw n***a don't trip, I'll kill you if you fuck with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aw n***a don't trip, you gon' make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick, wet up your whip
Aw n***a don't trip, you gon' get your monkey-ass hit
Runnin your lip, tryna fuck with my clique
Aw n***a don't trip, in case you didn't know who this is
It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aw n***a don't trip

[Verse 1]
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow Lam'
Murcielago, top down, n***a damn
I'm the biggest crook from New York since Son of Sam
Cruising, bumping Buck's shit, Ruger in my hand
Thinking the East ain't enough, it's time to expand
I plan to head out West and plant my feet down
A n***a big as King Kong in the street now
I do a little house shopping, and buy me a crib
It's palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touch the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on some dick
Mama'd turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But Becky'll suck the chrome off a Chevy and shit
N***as be wearing fake shines, I'm rocking a lil' charm
30 carats on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weed in the palm
[Hook: 50 Cent]
N***a you hustle, but me I'll hustle harder
I got what you need; them trees, that hard, that powder
My n***as move G-packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in a position of power
You fuck around if you wanna

[Verse 2]
Where I'm from you learn to blend in or get touched
I don't need n***as for support, I don't walk with a crutch
N***as know my steez, they don't fuck with me son
You got a appetite for hollow-tips, I feed you my gun
This is that Ferrari F-50 shit, it's real laid back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybachs
I got two shooters now on the run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten bodies you get from one cuz
I live life in the fast lane; hundred miles an hour
Chrome and some wood grain
You know a n***a still really tryin to move 'caine
Make a little extra money on the side mayne, I ain't playing
I'm up early with the birds, word, putting that work in
Pirellis on the Porsche chirping, I'm making moves
I got a hundred mil from music, a hundred grand from crack
Gonna see my jeweler so I can blow a stack

[Chorus]
N***a you hustle, but me I'll hustle harder
I got what you need; them trees, that hard, that powder
My n***as move G-packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in a position of power
You fuck around if you wanna