Killa Tape Intro

New York City (New York City),
You are now rackin with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent)
Are you ready? (are you ready?)
[gun cocks]
I said are you ready? (are you ready?)
See you with me nigga? (with me nigga)
Drop that! (drop that)
Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
[Verse 1]
G-UNIT! Somethin new, somethin new
Im not that nigga, in your video
Im not a trick, I dont love the hoes
And niggas know I be, on the low
But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro
Im not that nigga, that you think you know
I walk around with a big four four
You front on me, Im gonna get at you dog
I be right at your crib, waitin at your door
(What up bitches)
[Verse 2]
Comin up I aint had much, I wanted a lot
I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop
So you know, I had to make somethin out of nothin (Yeah)
Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin (woo)
Also hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did
The older niggas really wasnt feelin the kid
Tried to find out where I lived
So they could run in my crib
But you cant hustle a hustler
I peeped in a sled
Back then niggas yousta call me boo
In 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brew
Country came around, ease it and clappin then
Country left , strange shit started happenin
Like C shot Ra for some ends
Ra shot Dro for some chins
Cory shot Drew, and we was friends
Money turns boys into men
The cycle never changes , shit just starts again
[Verse 3]
Nah nigga, aint nothin change nigga
Yeah Ive been gone for a minute, but Im back
Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood
You see my cherry red SL, nigga Im doin good
Sometime I cant find the words to say how I feel
So I take a quote from Menace, 'look at the wheels'
Im addicted to stuntin, now that Im holdin somethin
I got a trunk full of guns, from VA today
(oh yeah, let me hold somethin)
Nigga you high or somethin
I dont play games, Im about my money , nigga buy somethin
I got a few fifths, I got a few nines
Here nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine
[Outro - 50 Cent talking]
Yeah, dont ever say I dont do nothin for you nigga
You know, uh, dont say I dont look out for ya
Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga
You go catch some jokes
And you come back, nigga have em
And have my paper for that thang thang
You know what Im sayin?
Say I dont want it back,nigga dont try to use it
And dont get it back for me,nigga and no shit like that
In fact, I can see yall niggas now
Run around sayin
50 gettin all this rap money, and he wont help us (haha)
Sit tight nigga Im comin
You know, new shit, all this shit I put out on the mixtapes
Is for the mixtapes
I got a million, OH MY GOD!
My shit is so hot right now
Im in a zone