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[Intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing noises in background] Hey pass that nigga, we gettin' high Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man 50 can't even smoke this motherfucker (ah haha, haha) [Verse 1] I can't smoke weed, cause my PO make me piss in a cup Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, I'll fuck you up I ain't talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up Yo don't want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill As a young buck, niggas always knew I puff Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo) I'm a sped ed kid, I'm gettin' all this paper (uh huh) You should sit, scibble lines and see where it take ya Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was dumb Why the so called smart kids was poppin' guns I think about poppin' a gun, and then get the lump sum Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out He the one that taught me, what bein' black's about Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend's Wrist, Sittin' up in them Benz, to be in the pen In the hood we hit the number, but never the lotto Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole Let's go, let's flow nigga [Chorus - Singing] - 2X War, what is it good for absolutely nothin' But niggas keep frontin' Fuck a nigga, live like a soldier Die like a soldier [Outro - Talking] War, state of mercy nigga You see me pop off nigga Ain't no peace talk, bitch ass nigga Fake gangsta nigga, you want to seem nigga (yeah) You don't seem nigga, yeah nigga Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid 50 Cent, new shit My nigga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit Niggas, niggas, "Rotten Apple" And nigga shy money, ain't fail nigga Uh huh, ya heard