Its a regular day and a regular routine till I
hear this tragic news from about three feens, your
man Fifty just got popped nine times and I heard
through the great vine its all cuz his rhymes in
front of his grandmoms standing on the lawn
wearing no teflone I wonder if he gone I know in
my heart i wanna cry having thoughts in my mind
that man goin die as I frantically run towards
Fifty's spot, I panically peep like fifty cops ,
it was blue and whites, D.T's, and homocide and
yellow tape blocked off on both sides with 4 5th
shells on the floor and D.T's ringing doorbells
going door to door yo I'm stressed out smoking
bogie after bogie duck in the sarce cuz the sarce
fucking know me ,Ijumped the G truck and got a mac
to spit and we did about to bust those mary
maculin at the time I started to think back in
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chips, with Can, P-lo, Big Ju and The Kid, and my
man Fifty used to smack a bitch, and the good and
the bad on the one three four and the Hoes that we
had at the Cash Money Tour now I'm at the
hospital, stop day dreaming all I see is 5 5 1 and
its beafing, baby mom screaming whole family
greaving but the word is that my man still
breathing, I dropped to my knees and I thank the
lord and got long shit list all across the board
motha fucker, fuck ya'll niggas man, G-unit, we
takin over this shit nigga, Fifty the General
nigga I salute him nigga, Tony Yayo nigga the
hustler of this shit, Fuckin Lloyd Bank$ the boy
wonder nigga fuckin yo bitch,Shady AfterMath nigga
get correct,Tony Yayo,rap juganaurts we run this
shit