[50 Cent talkin] It's 50 Cent and S-N double O-P You don't want no snoop and you don't want it wit
[chorus (50 Cent)] Everytime I come around they like "Oh No" I get to trippin; slap the clip up in my 44 Shit I been thruin my hood made my heart cold I get to poppin off that thang like loco No sense in coppin pleas when you see my knife out (knife out) Motherfuckers light out (light out)
here come snoop, uh (oh shit) (Oh No) sup nigga, supnow huh? (Oh No)
[Snoop Dogg] Ricky Ticky Timble, C's is the symbol Courdoroy khakis, stacies & brimmed up Straight razors just keep you trimmed up 1-8-7, oh yeah, now you remember He's electrifyin & original So gangster, Snoop Dogg the criminal The one you hate to love, in the club, in the cut hugged up wit yo bitch, nigga I don't give a shit You betta check dat hoe, that's what wreckin G Now step your game down, cuz ain't no checkin me Or my gat'll go boom, bullets so zoom Now your name on a tomb they pourin out liquor wit no room to consume, silly bafoon I pop niggaz like balloons, I ain't feelin em walkin in my big blue chuck cuz I'm killin em
[talkin] Hey what up cuz, it's 50 Cent; What's happin nigga?
[50 Cent] Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin (yea) Hundred miles an hour pulse flyin wit my eye... an He who fears fate lives like coward You go against me, you'll be devoured Then you get to poppin you'll have change of heart I hit your chest a couple times you'll have to change your heart Have doc usin donors, dead niggaz wit spare parts You come back wit lungs of a snicth, and the heart of dead nark Niggaz never see the light till spark Then they bleed, it get cold , then shit get dark You can call me the beast from the east, I run these street You can eat hollow tip shell or you can work for me These rap niggaz crazy, my mercy has limits Push me a hundred revolvers'll get to spinnin Your services are no longer needed; rock-a-bye baby My bitch will do it to you with a lil 380 (yea)
[snoop dogg] I'm bailin thru the door again Let momo pour again Me and my hoe again Yea she got the four up in this motherfucker And imma bust it if you try to rush us or touch us or sucka ducka us It'll crak off, now back off -real slow An if you don't know , I never hesitsyr to shoot a hoe Yea that reputation - you test my patience & You & your fam - bam - gon hear the blam, blam Goddammit I'm at it again They done let bitch niggaz up outta the pen And now he lookin for me - what the hell - my game is built on repect Now I'm brathin down your motherfuckin neck I dumps till my clip is empty I'm headin down willshire to send the scent And when I get there don't ask who sent me Just take dem shots and drop it like it hot Bitch nigga
[talkin] ha-ha-ha yea nigga just when you though I was gone slide back up on you likr the wind nigga hurricane D-O-Double G with the G,G,G,G,G,G,G-UNIT