[Intro] You niggas is soldiers man Fuckin' toy soldiers Yeah get in line cadet Aten Hut! Yayo you punk ass bitch. I know you cant wait to get off house arrest nigga. So you can run the fuck outta New York, you faggot [Chorus] Niggas tryna play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Why you tryna play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Can't play the game with only 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent So why you tryna play the game with only 50 Cent Come back when you got a couple dollars holla. [Verse 1] You gonna need more than 50 Cent to play this game Nigga hating on me cause I'm doin my own thang I aint Lloyd Banks, bitch. I dont share your brain I was in the fast lane before the G-Unit chain You was hatin on Ja cause him and Irv went pop now your ass run around singing the Candy Shop After 'Westside Story' I took your fans I sing it for myself that bitch Olivia's a man. I got word from the wise nigga you dead wrong stole the real 50's name and wouldn't pay for his headstone Nigga got mad when 'How We Do' start climbin, acting like a bitch cause he Got Rich and Stop Tryin' Got niggas locked up you a snitch in Queens Told them Touch shot Pac then ratted out Supreme But on the rizeal im talkin about you and me Toe to toe 5-0 C-E-N-T, faggot Banks is a bitch, 50 is a bitch, Yayo is a bitch, Buck is a bitch, Olivia's a bitch... no Olivia's a man, haha. God damn [Verse 2] You reported more names than the evening news I guess now Reebok making cement shoes Yayo the only real mutha fucka from the street You swinging on me like you want 5 heartbeats Ok. One. Two. Three. Four, flat line If you say you wrote my shit one more time You ain't a hood nigga, you Got Rich and Stop Tryin Jimmy scared Chris Lighty and he start lying Lil' snitch what you know about movin' in silence? Even NYPD can't deny it The life of your story is fuckin' Vivica But your baby mama left you cause you couldn't get it up, bitch Yayo went to jail, Banks sold a mil, then Buck sold a mil, then 50 gave a deal to a bitch named Olivia whose titties aint real. Now they all hiding behind the police shield [Chorus] [Outro] G-G-G-G-you niggas aint shit, bitch ass niggas I told you this shit was real, nigga This is Fat Rat nigga, mutha fucka All you get up on there is sing a few hooks Nigga you wanna claim a niggas fame, nigga You was our Ashanti, you bitch ass nigga What the fuck is you talkin about you wrote something nigga The Real is the real, nigga Black Wallstreet, nigga The Black Wallstreet, nigga Gonna tell your bitch ass nigga I aint gunna get up on this mic and play them games, nigga I told my nigga lemme get that last 16, nigga Im Rapping right now, nigga But im spitting it real nigga You know who im talkin to nigga 50, nigga Bitch ass nigga Black Wallstreet, nigga Brasil and Wimelton What block you on, nigga? We'll be there! What block you on? Scary ass nigga Fuck this shit man Niggas woke me up with that bullshit, nigga.