Текст песни: 50 Cent. No Mercy, No Fear. G-Unit / U.T.P.

[Male voice talking]

Right now with the situation gettin' better

So I'm doin' you things, holla


[50 Cent]

Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me out


Now piece by piece we put it all together

Time to get this dough nigga, it's now or never

I'm wild as ever, foul as ever

Reap whatever, whatever, whatever

They say I'm a slick talker, shit talker

Grimy ass New Yorker

Come gutcha, gum futcher, lay your ass out

If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me

If you fucked up in school nigga, it's all on me

I get a left foot to drop a nigga, pistol to pop a nigga

Break you off proper nigga, the cops ain't gonna stop a nigga (yeah)

Let's get this money man, them hos come with the paper

I'm done to go wherever this game takes us

Look homey, you see my 22's, sittin' on low bros

That simple mathematics, that equal more hoes

I smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of flows

Shit I didn't have to say that, y'all already know



[Chorus - 2X]

From New York to New Orleans

A problem, holla at me

My niggas comin' to see

If everythin' is alright


Ya'll niggas can blow some trees

Have coke and some Hennessey

My niggas from U.T.P.

Everythin' is alright


[Young Buck]

For those who couldn't figure me out, what this nigga be bout

Cookin' it, and cuttin' it, and flippin' it, in 24 hours

Cause I keep a dyke, on the back of the bike

In the summertime the white

Air Force One's, Louie Baton, Nike style (woo)

Don't really talk much (uh huh), I let my money speak

I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep

I'm sippin' Don, with Juan, Bird, and smokin' weed

Shakin' them h