Crazy

[Chorus]

If you think you can fuck with this G

You got to be cra-zeeeee

I won't do a joint wit'chu, no matter how much

your label try an' pay meeeee

I'm on top of hip-hop, I run with Aftermath

and motherfuckin Shadyyyyy

It's simple, I see you'd like to be me

Y'all niggaz, can't fade meeeee



[50 Cent]

I could be a gentleman or gangster, the bitch done chose

Got semi-autos to put holes in, niggaz and hoes

My wrist all froze, for flicks I pose

Fiends sample my D's and those, I suppose that's about a 9

So far the grands stack for niggaz sniffin white lines

Sell anything under the sun to get mines, I'm gon' shine

Stunt for the summer, H2 Hummer, got paper now I'm picky

Change the rims, drape the watch, trade the Timbs, I upgrade

Now I'm paid - catch me in the Trump Tower lobby

Strokin other niggaz hoes is my hobby

Treat me like King Musabi baby, suck me baby

I roll with Shady and Dr. Dre, ohhhh~!

I'm down to, try my luck, see if I can fingerfuck in the truck

G-5, 50 so live

Soon as my zipper go down her eyes wide

Got her in the telly on the bed with her hands tied, wooo!



[Chorus]

If you think you can fuck with 50

You got to be cra-zeeeee

I won't do a joint wit'chu, no matter how much

your label try an' pay meeeee

I'm on top of hip-hop, I run with Aftermath

and motherfuckin Shadyyyyy

It's simple, I see you'd like to be me

Y'all niggaz, can't fade meeeee



{*16 seconds of instrumental*}



[Outro]

"Is this what you want?"

G-Unit, God's Plan!!