Its a regular day and a regular routine till I hear this tragic
News from about three fiends, your man Fifty just got popped nine
Times and I heard through the grape vine its all cuz his rhymes
In front of his grandmoms standing on the lawn wearing no teflon
I wonder if he gone
I know in my heart i wanna cry having thoughts in my mind that
Man goin die as I frantically run towards Fifty's spot, I panically
Peep like fifty cops , it was blue and whites, D.T's, and homocide
And yellow tape blocked off on both sides with 4 5th shells on the
Floor and D.T's ringing doorbells going door to door yo I'm stressed
Out smoking bogie after bogie duck in the sarce cuz the sarce fucking
Know me ,Ijumped the G truck and got a mac to spit and we did about
To bust those mary maculin at the time I started to think back in shit
How we used to sling crack and stack up chips, with Can, P-lo, Big Ju
And The Kid, and my man Fifty used to smack a bitch, and the good and
The bad on the one three four and the Hoes that we had At the Cash Money
Tour now I'm at the hospital, stop day dreaming all I see is 5 5 1 and
Its beafing, baby mom screaming whole family greaving but the word is
That my man still breathing, I dropped to my knees and I thank the lord
And got long shit list all across the board motha fucker, fuck ya'll
N***as man, G-unit, we takin over this shit n***a
Fifty the General n***a I salute him n***a, Tony Yayo n***a the hustler
Of this shit, Fuckin Lloyd Bank$ the boy wonder n***a fuckin yo bitch
Shady AfterMath n***a get correct,Tony Yayo,rap juganaurts we run this shit