What You Want Lyrics - The Second Coming - Adina Howard

Yo, niggas be askin me "yo 50 who you got beef wit?" 

I'm a tell yall niggas who I got beef wit 

I got beef wit any nigga I can't make no money wit 

If I can't make no money wit you, fuck you nigga 

G-Unit nigga, that's what'sup cause I said that's what'sup 

[Tony Yayo] 

I get money, money I got 

So it's a 100 grams or better when I'm going to cop 

I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier 

And my down bitch as a holster, like I'm supposed ta 

Heavy pistol sales for living 

My gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue 

While I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep 

That's the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress 

See me in a black lex, hard-top 

My mink drop-top, fresh out the carlot 

I got the gift of raw pugilist speeches(?) 

So I'm gon sell like the box office features 

Niggas in the hood can't see G-UNIT! 

But deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT! 

Cause we got them three b's: benzes, burners and bitches 

And plus we on the road to the riches 

[Chorus: repeat 2X] 

You can say what you want about me 

As long as you don't get in the way of my money 

Cause all that talking shit to me played out 

Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out 

[Lloyd Banks] 

Lately I been going through a phase 

Hope they aint tap the phones 

Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones 

Therefore I'm on the move with the squad 

I'm stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad 

Picture me putting jewels on a broad 

I'd rather put shoes on the car 

A pool in the yard 

You don't really wanna fool with the god 

Nigga my front line long enough to fill two boulevards 

In this game, you only make it far if you loyal 

And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled 

Why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me 

Ill leave you in water like the statute of liberty 

Tryin to be cool 

Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school 

Keep rappin for your hood, I'm rappin for benzes 

And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses 

[Chorus] 

[50 Cent] 

Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!) 

What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh) 

Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!) 

What I learned from watching Brucie B 

Look, I shot the sheriff 

And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass getting shot 

Here's the plan, I'm a keep stackin my ends 

Till I'm on airplane seats in the Maebach benz 

I'm all about the chips 

I done took them trips 

22's on the 6 

26 on the bricks 

And them outta town niggas, I'm chargin yall more 

I tapdance on the shit I aint servin it raw 

You sell smoke, look nigga I got what you need 

But it aint goin cheap I got mouths to feed 

Niggas always sayin damn 50 you bugged 

Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug 

Gimme his watch and his chain 

We not the same, he a lame 

He want pussy I'm bout my money man 

Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick 

Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed 

Yo it's 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange 

I'll see you another day motherfucker it's 50 

Shots 'til your heart drop and freeze up, ease up motherfucker 

[Chorus]