[Paris:] I string em along on some acoustic guitar shit Tell ’em park it in front of Neiman Marcus I need that, I need that Said we gon’ chill, where the weed at, the weed at? Said you got a Spider, where them keys at? Them keys at? Living on ’em, shitted on ’em, taunt ya I’m hotter than the sauna, pull off in a Zonda Calm yourself before you get dealt with Had the medics working on your pelvis DOA there’s nothing left to say Went down like an hourglass Paris first class regardless Fake bitches, not responsive Me, I’m in the streets rocking a piece, that’s retarded In the diamond district with Jacob Making you, you little clones wanna save up
[50 Cent:] We come from Queens where we are taught to handle Beef on our own You call up cops, we get it poppin’ We be out with the chrome
[50 Cent:] Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Statan at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Yonkers at?
[Paris:] All my men is caped up, stingy with the snatch ‘Cause niggas get too attached (Word) Sleep with the ratchet under the mattress Natural: my cat got a 5 o’clock shadow It don’t matter ’cause niggas is still badder You chicks is getting fucked I’m on top, that’s how I bop Luxury every stop Eat it or beat it, you should already know my friend You’re not needed: next nigga, remix Word to everything with on G shit Fuck with me, give me a reason Feel something hot, change the whole season For the greater good, make you face your demons It’s the loca, caramel mocha Bitches is on their sofa, I’m taking over You now rocking with the best mama Bombshell hood hottie in the egg-shell Bugatti, oh!
[50 Cent:] We come from Queens where we are taught to handle Beef on our own You call up cops, we get it poppin’ We be out with the chrome
[50 Cent:] Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Statan at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Yonkers at?
[50 Cent:] Queens will ease on ’em, squeeze on ’em We’ll dump the .223s on ’em Breeze on ’em, lit the trees on ’em In the bandanna, make ’em think it’s gang-related We on that gritty shit, the city shit New York New York You come through on some pretty shit Get outlined in chalk I get busy, I get busy, I’m strapped now I’m tryna say I want you motherfuckers to act out I had that ass sprint towards the door when I back out Don’t do it, don’t you do it, don’t you do it Don’t make me step to you Holy moly, rolly icy oyster perpetual Diamonds blinking like hey, just take a look at it I’m a regular bad man, they say I’m a mad man Fuck a mask and gloves, I lay it on bare hands We come from a war zone, them Southside streets Where anything and everything gets gunned to eat
[50 Cent:] We come from Queens where we are taught to handle Beef on our own You call up cops, we get it poppin’ We be out with the chrome
[50 Cent:] Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Statan at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Yonkers at?
[50 Cent:] We come from Queens where we are taught to handle Beef on our own