[Verse 1: 50 cent]
I'm on a hard bench, tryna' sleep in the pen
Man, how the [bad word] did I get here again?
First thing in a morning, it‘s the [bad word] [bad word] 
They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch
He told me do it, 1 click, you ain't tell me to do it
You ain't a shooter, you a shermhead, you [bad word] #39; loser
I fly a kite, my little man cut his sister up
He loves his [bad word]  you snatch her, he'll start switching up
I'm cool, I just wait ‘til my next court date
He better catch amnesia, then do this [bad word] at leisure
Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas
Gemstars open niggas up like barettas
I'm tryna' be easy
But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me
You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack
buck fifty, keep the change you can wear that

[Hook x2]
This is murder this is not music
I had your style 10 years ago
I just didn't use it
You niggas forgot how I do it
Well I do it like there' nothin' to it

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Same night from the Vibe awards
Still with me looking for new spinal cords
 [bad word] your life and see the mind of yours
Concrete floors, I still feel like i'm behind them doors
I want war
I'm Read up for Teed up
I'm getting fast money but I need to speed up
These Niggas kicking their feet up, just smoking their weed up
Well Ima creep up with my heat up and make em freeze up
Hold up Buck, ease up
Put some bodies in a box from Maserati fox
New York when I get there I need to hear a lot of shoots
couple chickens on a video vixen,send her on a mission and one sip in, i'll be missing
Ok Listen, I'm hard headed
Just one but you all get it my [bad word] all breaded its [bad word] #39; just to beat the case
I see death when I see your face
And even at this pace ima still lead the race
This is Young Buck

[Hook x2]
This is murder this is not music
I had your style 10 years ago
I just didn't use it
You niggas forgot how I do it
Well I do it like there' nothin' to it