Lyrics:

(Intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing noises in background)
Hey pass that nigga, we gettin high
Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man
50 cant even smoke this motherfucker (ah haha, haha)

I cant smoke weed, cause my PO make me piss in a cup
Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, Ill fuck you up
I aint talkin about a fist fight, Ill cut you up
Yo dont want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill
As a young buck, niggas always knew I puff
Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo)
Im a sped ed kid, Im gettin all this paper (uh huh)
You should sit, scibble lines and see where it take ya
Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was dumb
Why the so called smart kids was poppin guns
I think about poppin a gun, and then get the lump sum
Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle
A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil
Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out
He the one that taught me, what bein blacks about
Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friends
Wrist, Sittin up in them Benz, to be in the pen
In the hood we hit the number, but never the lotto
Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole
Lets go, lets flow nigga

(Chorus - Singing - 2X)
War, what is it good for absolutely nothin
But niggas keep frontin
Fuck a nigga, live like a soldier
Die like a soldier

(Outro - Talking)
War, state of mercy nigga
You see me pop off nigga
Aint no peace talk, bitch ass nigga
Fake gangsta nigga, you want to seem nigga (yeah)
You dont seem nigga, yeah nigga
Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid
50 Cent, new shit
My nigga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit
Niggas, niggas, Rotten Apple
And nigga shy money, aint fail nigga
Uh huh, ya heard