Yeah!

Let's get to the money!

G-Unit done had enough of that bullshit, ****! (Right?) (Yeah!)

It's a 2 G thing, boy!

Uh! {PLK! }

My corner cold! - My corner cold! (uh!)

My corner cold!

I'll make it warmer! (uh!)

My corner cold! (yeah!) - My corner cold! (yeah!) {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}

My corner cold! (yeah!) - The cold corner! (boom!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }

Icey as a f*ck, you neva think I made it back from hell (naah!)

Everybody sellin' out! - Me? I'm comin' back to sell! (yeah!)

This is for the jail cell - international and L (whattup?)

Gotta and my **** Ace, I'm stuntin' in these **** face. (right!)

Gucci bubble take, they takes me by the double

Trouble seems (uh!) to follow me (uh!) no time to sleep! - Thru the struggle. (yeah!)

Humble down, 'fore I make you, come around and I'm a chase you

Take you outta here, Impala stare, (blat! blat! blat!) 'rounds to the ankle. (whoo!)

I should thank you! - You haters brought me right outta my coma

Flashbacks of Barcelona now I'm 7 years older. (uh-huuh!)

Purple tree aroma, got my smokin' weed diploma (ye-eah!)

And the microphone my bitch, in the booth - I beat up on her. (AHHMMM!)

On my block! - The teenagers is comin' out the house tucked

Shorty only turnin' 8 and know to keep his mouth shut. (yeah!)

I hit him off with' somethin' help him cop his favorite kicks

**** brought me up the same way. - It pro'ly made me rich. - BITCH!

My corner cold! - My corner cold! (uh!)

My corner cold!

I'll make it warmer! (yeeeah!)

My corner cold! (uh!) - My corner cold! (uh!)

My corner cold! - The cold corner! (yeah!)

Call me whatchu want hater, you mad you can't call me! (yeah!)

I'm pushin' 400! - You on the corner with' ya 40! (40!)

40 acres and the vapors when you rakin' up the paper

In my candy-coated scraper, system wakin' up Jamaica! (boom!)

Take a portion of my formula! - I'll still be toppin' all of ya (yeah!)

Ring-rockin' warrior, lower ya into a line! (yeeeah!)

Take a L on the street - before you win with the rhyme

Boy ya life is bullshit, (blat! blat! blat!) cause that's all you did with ya time. (boom!)

I'm born to win with the grind. - My catalog would pack a crowd

Wrist full of lights, chain swingin' like Packie out. (whoo!)

20 Thou pocket stack, tryna see where it's poppin' at

Prepared cause I'm popular, paid! - And they ain't' stoppin' that! (boom!) (naaaah!)

My energy'll knock 'em back, I'm Blanka with the shock

Tonka with the truck! - Timbaland stompin' with' the whop! (whop!)

Knockin' up the block! - Rubberband poppin' when I shop

How can I be topped? - **** name-droppin' to the cops! {DAMN! } - STOP!

My corner cold! (uh!) - My corner cold! (uh!) {CAN'T FORGET... }

My corner cold!

My corner cold! (yeah!) - My corner cold! (yeah!) {SHADYVILLE! }

My corner cold! (yeah!) {COME ON! } - The cold corner! (boom!)