He's straight outta a neighborhood where niggaz hate

To see you blow and eat your dinner off a bigger plate

There stomachs ache while he's loungin in the big estate

And he hops in a hundred thousand where the n***a stay, houses with a bigger gate

Houndin him's a big mistake, he won't surrender he'll rather give up a rib to break

Cause he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helpin hand

Till he was sittin on green like a Celtics fan

Created a buzz to where you gotta mention his name

When you discussin the illest playa that's in the game

And he's ridin with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and 'em

G-Unit Records ain't a motherf#cker stoppin them