[bad word] - 50 Cent]
The walls have ears lil' [bad word]  [bad word] New York,
Even when I ain't there lil' [bad word]  [bad word] New York,
I said the walls have ears lil' [bad word]  I hear when you talk,
Let's get this [bad word] clear lil' [bad word]  [bad word] New York

[verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I wake up, stare at the ceilin',
I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin',
I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers,
It's a habit I'm always prepared for war,
See my life's like some [bad word]  you seen in a flick, [bad word] act like pornstars when they sit on a [bad word] 
When I was hit and out the game I said "one more flick",
Test my aim in the range I'm like "one more clip",
It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some [bad word] 
Man [bad word] Interscope, Jada's tryna annoy me,
Nuthin' but another [bad word] employee,
He been in the game ten years and he still ain't rich,
Even his mama upset that he still ain't [bad word] 
And he [bad word] his yap, like I'ma take all that,
One more word out his mouth I'll push Style's [bad word] back,
See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches long,
And the trigger on the fo' fo's extremly strong,
With a little tre douche is like pop, pop,
Chase his [bad word] up the block til his [bad word] [bad word] drop,
And the verses he be kickin' none of 'em hot,
Cos he ain't got none of that [bad word] he says he got,
And he ain't did none of that [bad word] he said he did,
And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this [bad word]   [bad word]  [bad word] 
 [bad word] - 50 Cent]
I guess it's easy to see lil' [bad word]  [bad word] New York,
Yeah I live in CT lil' [bad word]  but [bad word] New York,
And I don't go to parties lil' [bad word]  but [bad word] New York,
And I stay gettin Cs lil' [bad word]  cos [bad word] New York
(Yayo, tell 'em [bad word] New York)

[verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
My gun is longer than yours, [bad word]  call your recouster,
Locks made more money than them thin tiny suits,
The game around south, [bad word] and rappin,
Jada [bad word] punchlines, my serp went platinum,
Style's and Sheek Louch went double plastic,
Yayo, Buck and Banks was puttin out classics,
hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die,
Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fly,
Automatic mossberg, who want a piece of this punk,
I had [bad word] buried and some high heel punk,
Feds stuck in a bullet-proof, man [bad word] that,
Homie, shoot up my whip, all you leave is a scratch,
Yo, I flip cocaine, in your project lobby,
And beat you wit my pistol like Kane did Charlie,
It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O., 
My whole clique got dough, my Os on the fly hole,
C4s, we fly on linz,
And my rocks lookin like, flashlights yo' benz,
 [bad word] - 50 Cent]
When I'm down in DC lil' [bad word]  I tell 'em, [bad word] New York,
When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, [bad word] New York,
When I'm in VA I tell niggaz guess what, [bad word] New York,
When I'm in NC niggaz holla at the moon, cos [bad word] New York,
(Yayo tell 'em [bad word] New York)