(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! Chours: If some shots happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be alright Necks to waist down they firin at me because I'm God's child there's angels around me Chours x 2 Verse 1(Young Buck) Life can't be this and then you die this couldn't be worse I either dump eat or sleep or snatch this purse clip hangin out the side of my car kunive my eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride! I ain't scared if i die it was meant to be He might see it for ya'll before he see it for me gun butt you with the back of the beretta the 357 or the black mackelletta! We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shots We use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll you can run but they coming through them country walls Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at think he dope I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack when you here that click clack betta get back quick one to the death make niggas do back flips Chours x 2 Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$) Yeah I know you niggas want me to get merked get lowered in the dirt in an all black button down shirt call and see to the dome where lil' niggas don't get to see disney land they settle for a funeral home the only hoes that know that the leads hot prepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shot the bigger the rim the bigger the tire hollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire Everybody got to know it's the truth so i figure while i'm waitin on my turn i'ma blow up the booth I seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches arm slings that came home to train conductors we can roll it but need i shoot put some holes in your Fila suit you'll probably url when uyou see my coupe I play the hood all the time because I don't give a fuck! Nigga can shoot me down as long as i keep gettin up what! Chours x 2 Verse 3(50 Cent) Shoot up shots with the shed doc say that nigga dead when your times up your times up this is real shit t'ma ball til my number fall say a praier hopin god there look i odn't fear man only thang out let's bang out I don't care man an eye for an eye my perfect to perfections I'll have you sprayin automatics in every direction blew me lew me loco nut case oh no i'm more like teh kid who put the game i na choke hold. you stunt it I stop it I make it a profit Everytime you hear my vocals coming out them low lows from L.A. to N.Y. on a red eye Teflone in my luggage you got to love it I'm thuggin' streets like my penatentary proster got me out sellin' niggas whole fuckin' rosters i'm Big in New york Like B.I.G. plus i rolls with some B.R.E! Chorus x 2