[50 Cent]
Yeah...
She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it
She want me to want it, she want to climb up on it

Smile, ha ha... {yeah, Lloyd Banks} (ha ha ha...)
50 Cent (yeah...) {*SHADYVILLE~!*}

[Lloyd Banks]
Mami we can, creep through the ghetto wit´cha, feet in stilletos
Hit the, club and party as long as you sneak in the metal (YEAH~!)
Or we can head to the house, from the house it´s the floor
From the, floor to the couch, from the, couch to the door (WOO!)
Then it´s, out to the store or, out to the mall
Watchin, out for the law, cause of this pouch full of raw
I don´t care how much you love her don´t, vouch for the whore
Cause the first chance she get I´m in her mouth on the tour (WHAT?)

I´m lovin the ladies, with no husbands or babies
Since little I´ve been active, lost dozens of babies (C´MON!)
Gettin a hummer stuntin, in your cousin Mercedes
Or roll up on you dumpin, pourin guns at your 80´s (WHAT~?!)
You the man on your block? I´m the talk of the town
That´s probably why they wanna see me in chalk in the ground
But you can find me on the corner with a pack of marijuana
Middle finger to haters nigga you fuckin with the greatest

[50 Cent]
Yes, I wanna go, to a mo-tel
Just for fo´ hours, only short stay

We don´t have to go, far far away
To have some fun, try things my way
Bitch grab your bag, get in the Escalade
Put the seat back, we´re onnn our way
There´s no games to play, nothin else to say
Listen to your man, you´ll like things my way

[Lloyd Banks]
You make me wanna, rest in the tower make a, mess in her flowers
How ´bout, sex in the shower or, neck for an hour (AOWWWW~!)
You got a ring on your finger even, one in your nose
Squeezin some on your toes, runnin your tongue like lobes
Ohh remember spin the bottle? You coulda been a model

While you begin to swallow, niggas in Timbs tomorrow
No love, no hoes, no paper
Nah no ice, no Mo´, there´s no acre
Your bitch look good I´ma take her
Won´t have to fight to make her the first -
{*abruptly ends*}