[Hook: 50 Cent]. Yeah. Nigga you so tough. Tough until your heartbeat stop. The tre pound pop, your arteries shot. You bleed into shock, get in the pine box.
These hoes don't love me, they love my Benz. Love my rims, love my style. These fiends don't love me, they love my coke. Love my dope, love my ink. . These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me.