[Verse 1: The Game]
From that corner of Compton to the Mexican border
Another classic from the kitchen to the El Camino with quarters
And the plastic shell toe to the throttle
Skip mom's titty, skip the bottle
Straight to Cristal, in the club never hesitate to pull that pistol
Before I take another five, I’ll be cellmates wit' Shyne
In the mess hall with CBP on my neck
And walk the main line wit' AT&T on my chest
The kid hit the streets he in a vest
Wit’ a hoodrat from Marcy wit a tattoo of "Jay-Z" on her breast
She love the way them gold D's spin on that six trey
Got a thing for Dre and love N.W.A
That's gangsta like a Snoop Deville on white walls
N***as won't catch me slippin' in that Wilshire district
Big prepared a n***a for shit like that
.38 revolver iron out that six pack

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's so hard...to say goodbye
N***a get in my way you gon' die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
N***a we responsible for yo' dead homies
It’s so hard...to say goodbye
N***a get in my way you gon’ die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
N***a we responsible for yo' dead homies
It’s so hard...
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent]
Y'all muthafuckas know my name B-A-N-K-$, cut-clack
The young guerrilla out the clicks, baow
G-Unit's runnin' this shit, blap
As a matter of fact, I smell a rat
You better stay with your gat
My diamonds is white and black, how you feel about that
I’m too familiar where I'm at, can't run around wit' a rat
Whenever our sets is strapped, stay away from the clap
You know the clap, you know to run away from the set
Come slip a n***a, stuck in the trap, runnin' and duckin' a mac
50, these n***as must be fuckin' wit' crack (Yep)
And I'm flossin' every chance that I get
Walk around wit' your advance on my neck
I'm demandin' respect, I hop out the coupe, land in a jet
Bitches can't keep their hands out my sweats, G-Unit
New York City is the ground I'm stompin'
And I'm in L.A. wit' Game blowin' a [?] Compton muthafucka

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's so hard...to say goodbye
N***a get in my way you gon' die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
N***a we responsible for yo' dead homies
It's so hard...to say goodbye
N***a get in my way you gon' die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
N***a we responsible for yo' dead homies
It's so hard...
[Verse 3: The Game]
On a corner in Brooklyn playin' Cee Lo, call me NY Game
Gucci Chuck Taylors, black diamonds in my chain
G-G-G-Unit, I'll write it on your vest or spray-paint it on the wall like fuck y'all n***as
Compton's back, I know you n***as heard by now
And seen that cherry red Impala parked in front of Mr. Chow's
That's gangsta, yeah, that's the way I do
Crossover and hog the rock like A.I. do
Ever since age five, new n***as that sold crack
Now I picture my back to the wall like Sandy Koufax
In a Hank Aaron throwback, Dickie's full of Franklins, in Queens wit' 50 on 94th bangin' Wanksta
These fake ass gangstas, I'm hopin' they wild
Cause I got a hot Glock 40 that'll open the cow
And I'ma avoid trial then blow a hole in ya crown
Another beef wit' the Math, another hole in the ground, muthafuckas

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's so hard...to say goodbye
N***a get in my way you gon' die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
N***a we responsible for yo' dead homies
It's so hard...to say goodbye
N***a get in my way you gon' die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
N***a we responsible for yo' dead homies
It's so hard...