G-Unit: I don't wanna talk about it

[50 Cent]I don't wan' talk about it (50)Man I don't wanna talk about it (nah)Man I don't wan' talk about it (yeah)And I don't wanna talk about it (wooo-oooh!)[Chorus: 50 Cent]I make millions quick and I don't wan' talk about itNah I don't wanna talk about itI shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about itNah I don't wanna talk about itI fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about itNah I don't wanna talk about itI'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk about itNah I don't wanna talk about it[50 Cent]These niggaz policeGo 'head, ask me what I'm ridin in so I can say the EnzoMy bitch roll down the window so I could feel the wind blowGot big enough for me to fiddle on my kinfolkBitches with me cruisin, Moulin Rouge andThey fuckin and they strippin nigga, I ain't even trippin niggaMe I handle business; God's my only witnessWatchin homicide, sayin "Who the fuck did this?"Me I run the street mayne, so I keep the heat mayneSews what you reap, when you fuck with the elite mayneI don't fuck around boy; you better ask around boyI hit you with the pound, leave yo' ass on the groundFor, you poppin that bullshit, like I don't pull shitFully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, clip the bricksNigga we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin richThat's why my name ring bells all around this bitchAny hood you go through they know 50 Cent (wooo-oooh!)And I don't wanna talk about it (OHH!)[Chorus][Tony Yayo]Yeah, it's the kid nigga, yeahAiyyo, big money, my car got the big face (yeah!)Forty-five, my belt got the big eightsNiggaz hate but I'm low seven star CaesarFor grimy niggaz tryin to line me like {?} preacherYou niggaz got the nerve, I'm at JohannesburgWith Mandela nephew blowin heavy herbThen back to the projects, low from the task forceThe dope spot's sellin more shit than Scott StorchI'm tired of these pricks, lyin 'bout bricksGot my can and my white, my tan like Mariah and NickFly in the '60 U.F.O.Unidentified flyin object on twenty-fo'sMore money more hoes, more money more clothesSmoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro (yeah)I rock big arenas, not bullshit showsAnd my pants three thousand, these ain't bullshit clothes (OHH!)[Chorus][Lloyd Banks]Nah, uhhB-A, N-K, S-5, 5-ohOr 6-8, M-G, tinted with my eyes lowHomie I'm a Tahoe, fully loaded nine blowYou see out on hydro, Luciano blind hoeLoiue V offended me, {?} in my Bentley CAnd weekends are the chills, I'ma fuck her 'til she emptyEmpty on you if you front, 'til your passenger is stuckGive your ass a brand new scar, in need of a brand new carI ain't them I'm different baby, I talk, you listen babyListen and I'll show you, how money controls youI'll put you in my old school, and let you pop the switchPocketful in every packet, that's why I'm poppin shitI don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, where you flipWhen you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whipI-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that piffBye-bye, you fuckin bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't richYou a snitch![Chorus]