We get that paper baby boy, it's easy. You want to be who? You can't be me. Shorty gave me that ass on GP. Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open.
[50 Cent]. Disrespectful. Anything, I let you breathe. Now you're dead. . [Chorus: 50 Cent]. There's no room without casualties. End up in a wake when you fuck with me.