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 shit how we used to sling
crack and stack up 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