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