I told ni**as not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack, I got money, I got money

Ni**a don`t trip, I`ll kill ya if you f**k with my grip
I won`t hesitate to let off a clip, ni**a don`t trip
You gon` make me get on some s**t
Run up on you quick, what up, you`re whipped

Ni**a don`t trip, you gon` get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya whip, tryna f**k with my clique
Ni**a don`t trip case you didn`t know who this is
It`s 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit, ni**a don`t trip

I come through your hood, stuntin` in my yellow Lam
Murcielago, loud gold top down, ni**a damn
I`m the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin`, bumpin` Bugz s**t, ruger in my hand

Thinkin` the East ain`t enough, it`s time to expand
I plan to head out West and plant my feet down
A ni**a big as King King in the street now
I do a lil` house shoppin` and buy me a crib

It`s palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on my dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick

But baby`ll suck the chrome off the Chevy and s**t
Ni**as be wearin` fake signs, I`m rockin` a lil` charm
Thirty karats on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb

Ni**a you hustle but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My ni**as we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I`m in the position of power
You f**k around if you wanna

Where I`m from, you learn to blend in or get touched
I don`t need ni**as for support, I don`t walk with a crutch
Ni**as know my stage, they don`t f**k with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I`ll feed you my gun

This is that Ferrari F-50 s**t, it`s real laid back
Type s**t you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same s**t for ten bodies, you get for one `cuz

I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour
Chrome and some wood grain
You know a ni**a still really tryna move cane
Make a lil` extra money on the side, mayne

I ain`t playin`, I`m up early with the birds word
Puttin` that work in, Pirelli`s on the Porsche chirpin`
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin` to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack

Ni**a you hustle but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My ni**as we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I`m in the position of power
You f**k around if you wanna