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[Intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing in background]
Hey pass nigga, we gettin' high
Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right man
50 can't even smoke motherfucker (ah haha, haha)

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I can't smoke weed, cause my PO me piss in a cup
Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, I'll you up
I ain't about a fist fight, I'll cut you up
Yo don't want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then
As a buck, niggas always knew I puff
Yousta see me go to school, on a bus (woo)
I'm a ed kid, I'm gettin' all this paper (uh huh)
You should sit, scibble and see where it take ya
Had violent tendencies, so they I was dumb
Why the so called kids was poppin' guns
I about poppin' a gun, and then get the lump sum
Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a
A a Crown Royal, make your insides boil
smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out
He the one that me, what bein' black's about
Now peep the on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend's
Wrist, up in them Benz, to be in the pen
In the hood we hit the number, but the lotto
Life in the fast lane, one hit the pothole
Let's go, let's flow

[Chorus - - 2X
War, what is it for absolutely nothin'
But niggas keep
a nigga, live like a soldier
Die a soldier

- Talking]
War, state of mercy
You see me pop off
no peace talk, bitch ass nigga
Fake gangsta nigga, you to seem nigga (yeah)
You don't seem nigga, yeah
Kayslay, Whoo Kid
50 Cent, new
My nigga Lloyd Banks, Yayo, G-Unit
Niggas, niggas, "Rotten Apple"
And shy money, ain't fail nigga
Uh huh, ya