Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
Vocals
Young Buck
Young Buck
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Composer
Young Buck
Young Buck
Composer
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
Composer
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Jeruz
Black Jeruz
Producer
Sha Money XL
Sha Money XL
Producer
Pat "Pat 'Em Down" Viala
Pat "Pat 'Em Down" Viala
Mixing Engineer
Josh McDonnel
Josh McDonnel
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
G unit
No peace talks no white flags no mercy I'm gettin' yo ass
[Verse 2]
**** done heard about my click, how we stay with the toasters
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
You don't want to bang with the best
I have doc removing fragments from your chest
They say God's a forgiving' man, I hope he forgive
Thirty shells I let off, don't curse my kid
They say fifty done blew up, fifty you changed
**** you stunt, I pull out and you see I'm that same ****
That when he start to roar, I think he's flying
Eight outta eight are moving targets, you run you still dying
Check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raised no chump, I don't talk no popo
[Verse 3]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, **** lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
[Verse 4]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, **** lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
[Verse 5]
There once was some **** that tried to murder me
I hit 'em up, put 'em in plastic surgery
This four five, I've made a lot of guys apologize
The truth come out, instead of hearin' a lot of lies
Some **** catch a case and then claim they hard
A couple chest wounds will make a **** change his heart
I just play my part, and while you shootin' up cars
I'm smokin' **** like a Cuban cigar, let's get it poppin
[Verse 6]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, **** lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
[Verse 7]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open **** lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
[Verse 8]
I'm tired of you **** with your maybe beef
We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth
I'm in and out the night clubs, A D D
Dark blue Benz, navy seats eighty sneaks
These **** tellin' out the blue
So you hang 'em off the bridge, at least they'll have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lifting your bags, the bell or hop will do
I rap for the neighborhood **** that failed in high school
You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown
That's why them little **** in the projects love me
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
I don't even freestyle for free
I gave 'em a break flew over seas
But it's kinda hard to get homie sick when there's blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your role with copies
I put more staples in your ass than a telephone pole, yeah
[Verse 9]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, **** lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here you surrounded by crooks
[Verse 10]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, **** lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Written by: 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Robert Smith, Young Buck
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