歌手:50 Cent
专辑:《The Massacre》

作曲 : Curtis Jackson & Anthony Best
Yeah it is what it is man
Uh-huh
Sirens flashin' you know the routine the crime scene taped off
It started out a robbery they blew half his face off
They seen him shinin' cross full of diamonds he bought grindin'
His first slip off the ladder of success he was climbin'
The D's came through askin' ****** if they know what happened
Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin'

Detectives at my mama crib they say they wanna question me
They put me in a lineup last time and they arrested me
When it come to cookin coke they know I got the recipe
I turn a quarter to a half that's why they mess with me
I'm the neighborhood pusher I move packs to make stacks
A little **** a little X a little H little crack
Figure I'll push it to the limit take the **** to the max
Navy blue vest on navy blue Yankee hat
Calm in my palm's fully loaded firearm
First to let off last to run every time it's on
I tell ****** to suck my **** get the **** out my face
Cause I don't need 'em
Cause they're never around when I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'
(What ***** is there is there a ************ problem ***** )
(Oh yeah that's what I I thought so ***** )
****** be talkin 'bout me they always callin' me crazy
**** them O G ****** they stuck in the 80's
Sayin they gon' do me somethin' now you know that's a lie
***** you look at me wrong I let the hammer fly
I'm rich I still wake up with crime on my mind
Queens ***** put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
When I say move ***** move or get caught in the crossfire
I prevents runnin' cut my ******' hand on the barbed wire
This ****'s crazy it's just a different day it's the same ****
Hollow-tip partin' yo' head leave your whole ******' brain split
They sick they see me in that Aston Martin
What's the matter They can't get that hooptie started
Thought they was grindin' well God damn where that money at
Thought you was puffed up cause you was lettin' paper stack
You ain't a hustler matter fact you's a buster
I don't trust ya I should send ****** to touch ya
I tell ****** to suck my **** get the **** out my face
Cause I don't need 'em
Cause they're never around when I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'
(What Who say they gon' do somethin' to me )
(Must be out your rabbit-ass mind **** around kill one of these ******)