[Intro: Jadakiss]
D-Block, Double R, Time Is Money...
N***as is cowards. Load up n***a
Let's go

[Verse 1: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Yo, we woulda been killed you
Why even bother, n***a?
You ratted on Prim
He prolly ya father, n***a
In New York you was never a don
N***as knew you was a rat when you made Ghetto Qu'ran
Had names in the daily news
Shot you nine times
You could barely move
D-Block got the tenth shot
Fuck it...
Let's air the dude
You dissed Ja Rule
Took his style and ran wit it
Singin' on the hooks the same
Bitch you done Scanned wit it
And don't try to diss a D-Block crook
Fuck sales, you hear your boss on a D-Block hook
We do shows in New York
N***a we not shook
If it's war get the four
Put his head to the floor
So we can show his faggot man how his Reeboks look
And you could all die in an instant
For instance...
Tre pound leave ya ass smokin' like incense
The four pound'll make ya man smoke like a Winston
[Chorus: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Shots fired
Man in a hole n***a
Shots fired
Tell G Unit to roll, n***a
Shots fired
Nine times? The tenth one'll do it to him
Shots fired
Somebody better tell him we'll ruin him
Shots fired
50 keep runnin' his lips, n***a
Shots fired
Damn, you already been hit, n***a
Shots fired
We don't give a fuck if you rich, n***a
Shots fired
Get the fuck off our dicks, n***a
Shots fired

[Verse 2: Styles P & Jadakiss]
Get Rich or Die Tryin'...
Was a classic
Now you rich and you tryin' to die...
You'ze a dumb bastard
We gon' be hesitant, can't see the beast
And you roll wit more police than the muthafuckin' president
Bitch n***a, he get peeled
Like we ain't know he cock-blocked Game out his Reebok deal
Plus he had the label like "Don't let him drop"
"Let my n***as drop first so they won't let it rock" &
Bitch-made n***a
Got a problem wit us? Come see us wit a gun
Or a switchblade, n***a
Damn, we thought you knew
Got ya shit sprayed, n***a
You been pussy since that sheepskin
Fifth grade n***a
N***as stole ya bike...
Cuz you was pussy
Tried to take ya life...
Cuz you was pussy
Now we gon' take ya mic...
Cuz you was pussy
Left the hood and hired the cops
Just your luck
We the ones dat fire dem shots
[Chorus: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Shots fired
Man in a hole n***a
Shots fired
Tell G Unit to roll, n***a
Shots fired
Nine times? The tenth one'll do it to him
Shots fired
Somebody better tell him we'll ruin him
Shots fired
50 keep runnin' his lips, n***a
Shots fired
Damn, you already been hit, n***a
Shots fired
We don't give a fuck if you rich, n***a
Shots fired
Get the fuck off our dicks, n***a
Shots fired

[Verse 3: Jadakiss & Styles P]
You wasn't real wit me
Now you gotta deal wit me
I'mma get you the same tombstone as the real 50
For all of y'all who hear us
The bigger the n***a is, the more pallbearers
Y'all be wit the cops, we the 4-4 wearers
Y'all scared of the block, same ones we tear up
Don't get near us
You could never worry me
I know you been to jail...
You also been to therapy
In the hood 'til they bury me
I heard you did a Shock bid in Lakeview
If my man woulda knew then he woulda ate you
How bout...
He was in the bunk right next to you
And I coulda made him put a L-O-X on you
All you n***as together ain't got enough bars for us
Heard a bunch of shit from y'all, none of it was hard to us
Kill his ass if there's no cops & he's not wired
You can't come back to New York, n***a
Shots Fired
[Chorus: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Shots fired
Man in a hole n***a
Shots fired
Tell G Unit to roll, n***a
Shots fired
Nine times? The tenth one'll do it to him
Shots fired
Somebody better tell him we'll ruin him
Shots fired
50 keep runnin' his lips, n***a
Shots fired
Damn, you already been hit, n***a
Shots fired
We don't give a fuck if you rich, n***a
Shots fired
Get the fuck off our dicks, n***a
Shots fired