Lyrics:

[Chorus: x1]

Niggas know what I'm about out here

I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to

You can run your mouth, I don't care

But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you

It's too real out here to be scared

A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to

A man is the last thing you should fear

It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you

We all die one day (Obie Trice...go!)



[Obie Trice]

Niggas when I step up in the bar, faggots wanna look

Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook

Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and

Let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand

I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn niggaz' moms

Shoot up clubs and destroy niggaz' vibes

Everybody running for their motherfucking lives

Tough club niggaz, we leave early, cock back surely

Open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave

Your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z

Ho's in animal skirts get mirked

Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt

Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard

Trust in "God"? It's 'cause you're about to catch a bullet scar

I give a fuck where you from, who you be with

Keep this a secret, right by the nuts

A 4-5 that'll light niggaz up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck



[Chorus: x1]

Niggas Know what I'm about out here

I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to

You can run your mouth I don't care

But if you get too close I'm gonna clap you

It's too real out here to be scared

A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to

A man is the last thing you should fear

It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you

We all die one day

(Lloyd Banks)



[Lloyd Banks]

But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks

And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks

Poverty will make your ass bet on words

Touch niggaz in jail make them wanna finish their last set

They say you live by the gun and die by the next nigga gun

If that's the case, then get a bigger one

You don't think I'm packed to pump cause I'm out of the hood

That's a stereotype like everyone that's black can jump

I'm in a white mink, the fabric is done

Cop rings like Mike [Jordan], [Larry] Bird, Magic [Johnson] and them

Out in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from

Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come

I'm the clouds, you don't see me in the train

I travel first class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane

You should be easy on my name, cause I ain't going back and forth

Your boss and your captain's soft (Bitch)



[Chorus: x1]

Niggas Know what I'm about out here

I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to

You can run your mouth I don't care

But if you get too close I'm gonna clap you

It's too real out here to be scared

A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to

A man is the last thing you should fear

It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you

We all die one day



[Eminem]

Cause we gonna bring it to anybody who want it

You want it? you gon' get it

Name 'em we gon' hit em, chew em up and spit em out

[HRRK-PTT]

Too much venom, and if you roll with 'em

We gonna fuck you up with 'em

I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose

My shoes will explode, soon as you go to step in 'em (BOOM)

You know how we do it, when we do, how we do it, when we come through

G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie, we all move like assassins

Ski masks and gloves: Consider this as a warning

Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs

But we are fizast, fuck your little bitch ass up

We are not killers; my vato will have you shot though

Drag through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osario

Little sorry hoe ass, go ask B Real

We burn source covers like fuckin Cypress Hill

Did in the 90s, when you was in diapers still

Shady Records, "you better believe the hype is real"

This is no joke, I don't smoke

But I toke enough second hand to make my fuckin "P.O." choke

I'm an OG; you fuckin with a GI Joe

Bia Bia, mia meo a Vida loco

I'm a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me

When I retire I'll be spitting baby food on people

At San Ysidro Ranch, huddled up next to her

With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs

You ever had your cap peeled back, or your shit pushed in?

I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion

Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and indo

I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog

Nobody told you that I'm loco, esse?

I lack every sane chemical in my membrane

I'm Slim Sha..."D" in the "Dy" is for "deez nuts"

And you can get each one for free so feast up

I pee in a cup for three months; I'm having an E party for Easter, please come



[50 Cent]

We gonna bring it to anybody who want it

You want it? you gon' get it

You name 'em, we gon' hit em, chew 'em up and spit em out

Too much venom and if you role with 'em

We gonna fuck you up with 'em

You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest

I got a 12 gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest

Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest

Fear me like you fear God cause I bring death

Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle

I'm the strongest around you know how I get down

I watch gangster flicks and root for the bad guy

And turn it off before the end cause the bad guy die

If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to

So what they got bodies on 'em, they still look new

You can raise your voice like you fiendin' to touch something

When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fiendin' to cut something

See I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie

If the bitch think I love her, then the bitch don't know me

(50 Cent: Ha-ha, Sorry Kim, ha-ha)

(Eminem: oh, sorry..oh)



[Chorus: x1]

Niggas Know what I'm about out here

I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to

You can run your mouth I don't care

But if you get too close I'm gonna clap you

It's too real out here to be scared

A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to

A man is the last thing you should fear

It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you

We all die one day