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