text: Yeah, uh-huh, yeah
  I got it, keep going
  Here we go, Flex
  If dead men can talk, can you sleep?
  Yo homie told you who got him
  Would you have the heart to shoot the nigga who shot him, or would you start switchin up?
  You thinkin bout the penitentiary, you bitchin up
  What if he said money aint everything? The hood raised us wrong
  All juxll get your money long, but look here Im gone
  Would that touch your heart, have you feelin funny inside?
  Would that be enough to make yo punk ass ride?
  What if he gave you a little list of things to do?
  Said he wouldnt have to die, he could live through you
  Would you, load the gat and get ready to ride?
  Or would you lock the door at yo crib and hide?
  Its a cold world even when its hot outside
  Whether sun shine or rain, you still feel pain
  Hit him cause he gave you strength, now you in a daze
  Yo homie- is in his grave, cause you-
  Yall know who killed him, filled him with them and the and the Deserts
  Them boys smoked your homie, you aint gon do nothin back?
  Not even if he told you You next and get clapped?
  Dont take much for them shells to make a mess of you
  Yo peoples gon prolly cremate and burn the rest of you
  Yeah, get em!
  Ayo, ayo, its T-O-N-Y Y-A-Y-O
  The light on the .44ll light up yo 
  Bag gettin chopped at the and the blender
  So the coupe got TV, and the trail spinners
  Ima hustle like Larry Flint, fly pimp in bulletproof with 
  I catch stunts like Evel Knievel
  I got that diesel and that X, and Im not Vin Diesel
  Yo, I know you love the choppy flow, the rocks that glow
  Ill have your man laid out in a hospital
  He wasnt thinking with his mind, he wasnt logical, what? Yo!
  Woah, 50 Cent, 50 Cent
  G-Unit, ha ha
  You want beef with me?
  Take a number and get in line
  You want pairs with me?
  I pop ya top off with the nine
  You mad at me?
  Shit, cause you cant shine
  You aint gettin yours?
  Thats fucked up cause Im gettin mine