The Hit

[Hook] I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this 50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this [Verse 1] The only thing hotter than my flow is the block That's why I left this snow biz and got into show biz Let's get this clear, it ain't on 'til I say it's on, it's on I'm eating, ya'll niggas fasting like it's Ramadan Bowlish way in Lebanon know 50 the bomb I be at the edge of the bar sipping a Don I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when it's on This word is bond, I can't go wrong, my team's too strong You want war? I take you to war now that my money long Why you broke cats is by the bylines and fantasize The way I'm spitting, put TV's in everything I sit in While I'm hot to death I'm gonna say this to all you player haters Ya'll should hate the game not the players, come out [Hook] I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this 50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this [Verse 2] Everyday is bugged, niggas will come to a club To try to show you they a thug instead of showing some love Now what you think you chump me if I let you bump me When I'm about to make a mill faster than you make a G? I know I lie, it's a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor And in the crack game I'm a franchise player Niggas be thinking I be out to lunch with mines Then in crunchtime I start hitting 'em hard with punchlines You cats got to be sick to think 50 can't spit Better check my batting average, I always make hits My flow leave these rap cats petro, all across the metro Plus I pack a cannon up under my Marc Buchanan They fake, they look like money, but ain't worth half the cake Have me running from Jake in a GS with bad brakes They want to knock the take for Christ sakes [Hook] I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this 50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this [Verse 3] Yo, son remember them fake players who try to play us At The Shark Club in Vegas Had them tight linen blazers and beat up gators Looking like last year's players Yeah, I could tell they dough was low when we came through the do' I copped a case of Cristal, he copped one bottle of Mo From the look in the dude's face and the bulge in his waist he holding (Yeah he's packing, I can see his rack The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him, son) Yeah, so I expect look like they ain't had a run since ' 81 They ain't here on a hunt for food So they could catch you some cash and expensive jewels I'm gonna crash 'em with this bottle if he move I ain't the one, son, my shit ain't come easy It won't go easy, believe me [Hook] I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this 50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this