[Intro: Male speaks
 Nah, nah, nah! Look here, nigga!
 Here's what the f**k you gotta do, you gotta...
CLEAN this mothafucka! [gun cocks
 Make sure this don't fuckin' jam, man!
 You're a fuckin' criminal, man, ya heard?
 Bet' y'all spilt somethin' on it, nigga.
[Chorus: 50 Cent {Kidd Kidd}
 Niggas be schemin', fiendin'...
 They cut your jooks, they off the hook;
 I come through there, look how they look! (how they look!)
 I'm ridin', leanin', they dreamin'...
 They do me dirty if they could,
 I'm lookin' like I wish you would! (I wish you would!)
 {Try me, go 'head! - Try me!} [gun cocks
 Niggas be schemin', - dreamin'...
 {Try me, have you hooked to I-V!} [gun cocks
 Niggas be schemin', - dreamin'! {huuuuuhh!}
[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd
 Mad niggas wan' do me dirty, I'm fresh out the tub! (I'm fresh out the tub!)
 You move like a snail, you deserve to catch a slug.
 Man, I wake up huggin' my bitch;
 One with the extended clip, not the one that I'm with;
 Uh! [gun cocks
 They got change on the mic', I ain't tryna see 'em killed!
 I told 'em that's my cause, I don't wanna see nothin' happen to him, (word!)
 Cause when I start spittin' at him, I ain't rappin' to him. (huuuuh!)
 Yeah, I'm jumpin' in that water like a DIVER
 Six shot SURVIVORS, school of hard knock SCHOLARS! (scolars!)
 These niggaz AIN'T riders, they HIDERS, they COWARDS! (cowards!)
 I feel like 50, - hold "Power Of The Dollar"!
 I told my nigga give me one of them bulletproof trucks;
 I want few dumb enough to try and shoot it up.
 I'm lookin' at the nigga lettin' off [3 shots
 Wait until you finish the clip. - Laugh then pulled off; huuuuuh! (uh-huuuuuh!)
[Chorus
[Verse 2: 50 Cent
 It sounds like a nightmare! - I graduated from fightin';
 Play the projects faster than the third of two man indictments.
 See my baby blue Ferrari make 'em feel like the virus
 In their stomach. - I keep it one hundred, I make 'em vomit!
 Got a code name for straps: - "the sacks in the trumpet";
 I get the blowin'. - Ya ears'll ring for days when I dump it!
 My bullet wounds call them beauty marks and my hole we don't talk to Narcs;
 So the first 48 the clock tickin', the plot thickens!
 The charge "cocaine possession", I'm creepin' with a fireaaarm;
 The D's don't even wanna see me - with a firearm.
 'Fore I go back again, I'm a let it off!
 They ain't gotta pop first, fuck that! I'm a set it off.
 I need a mental eval, something's wrong with my brainwaves;
 I'm rich as a motherfucker, still ridin' with a A-K!
 Picture me comin' through, lettin' a nigga play me
 When I got all this bread. - Bitch it's off with ya head! - ASAP! (ASAP!)
[Chorus
[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd
 I had to be slippin' to let this clown hit me UP;
 Now I got to walk around with this shit bag for MONTHS!
 Now I don't give a FUCK 'bout a bitch or a nigga
 Startin' to treat my own brothers like they're just another nigga!
 My click got smaller and my clips got big-ger;
 Condom on my heart. - Mother-f**k your feelings!
 They call me "Superman", see? I ain't 'posed to walk;
 Better watch how you talk or get popped like a cork - OFF!
[50 Cent
 They fiendin' and dreamin', they geekin' and creepin'!
 They hear tires screechin', - infrared beamin'!
 Niggaz head leakin', what the fuck was he thinkin'?
 Sounds of police, momma signin' new leases,
 You know you got to relocate her when you beefin'!
 I guess you're here for a real reason,
 Rah got hit like he got hit but he ain't fuckin' breathin'! - Uhh!
[Chorus