G, G-Unit 
No peace talks, no white flags 
No mercy, I'm gettin yo [bad word] 

[50 Cent] 
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas 
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra 
You don't wanna bang wit the best 
I'll have Doc removin fragments from your chest 
They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive 
Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid 
They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty you changed  [bad word] you stunt, I pull out 
And you see I'm that same [bad word] that when he start to roar 
I think he's flyin 
Eight outta eight on movin targets  [bad word]  You still dyin 
Check my resume, I am oh so loco 
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco 
 [bad word] - 50 Cent/Lloyd Banks] 
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me 
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy 
Keep your eyes wide open, [bad word] s lookin for it too  [bad word] is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks 

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me 
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy 
Keep your eyes wide open, [bad word] s lookin for it too  [bad word] is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks 

[Young Buck] 
There once was some niggas that tried to murda me 
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery 
This 4-5 has made a lot of guys apologize 
The [bad [bad word] out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies 
Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard 
couple chest wounds will make a [bad word] change his heart 
I just play my part, and while you shootin up cars 
I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar 
Let's get it poppin' 
 [bad word]  

[Lloyd Banks] 
I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef 
We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth 
I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-
Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks 
These niggas tellin' out the blue 
So you hang em off the bridge 
At least they'll have to helicopter you 
The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do 
I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school 
You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown 
That's why them little niggas in the projects love me 
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues 
I don't even freestyle for free 
I gave em a break, flew over seas 
But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick when there's blue in the trees 
Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies 
I put more staples in yo [bad word] than a telephone pole, Yea 
 [bad word]