[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
{COME ON! }
Pass that blunt!
{LLOYD BANK$!... WHAT? }

[Chorus:]
Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya?
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya,
Everybody knows you're a wanksta... {"MO MONEY... IN THE BANK"! }

Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya?
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya,
Everybody knows {GOD-... } you're a wanksta... {DAMN! }

[Verse 1:]
You want stripes put on a foot locker uniform, (yeah!)
I'll fuck around and put a lump on yo' forehead - you'll look like a unicorn. {WHOOOO! }
I never slip whether flip flops or shoes is on,
Fame'll make a bitch smile, strip, drop and lose her thong. {Whoooooo! }
They ain't attracted to you, you trying to floss in yo' Platinum Fubu,
Yo' shits weak and ya tracks are do-do. (haha!)
I got a lung like a chimney (uh!) - the old heads dig me, (uh!)
I'll put a hungry head in ya kidney. {Whooooooo! }
My uncle smokin' dat OOO WEEE! I tell him chill
But instead he trippin' [2 gun cocks] - blinkin' his eyes more than Eddie Griffin. (YEAH!)
These niggas petty snitchin - 'til we see 'em,
Leavin' da crime scene with' a whole lot of spaghetti missin'! (whao!)
We to hot to ignore us, [shot] the bitches adore us,
They chew a nigga up on da tour bus. {GET BACK! }
Go home and kiss you (uh-huh!) - hug you squeeze you, (uh-huh!)
The whole time you thinkin' it's, cause you diesel! (YEAH!)

[Chorus:]
Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya? {PICK THIS RECORD! }
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {WHASSUP? }
Everybody knows you're a wanksta...

Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya? [shot]
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {DON ROBINSON... }
Everybody knows you're a wanksta... [shot] {WHAT? } [scratches] {COME ON! }

[Verse 2:]
These niggaz want me wet like a grimlin', shakin' da timlin',
When I'm around, bitches start shakin' and tremblin'. (uh-huh!)
I like 'em Puerto Rican, Jamacian, and Indian,
Trinidadian, Dominican, or Sinican! {Whooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
You won't believe what I'm swimmin' in, [shot]
I smoke my Dro fresh outta da grinder - and it look like a cinamon. (yeah!)
I can do da job betta, (uh-huh!)
These niggaz ridin' 'round crushed up in a Coop - likin' tighter than a Bob Sleder.
You a actor! - Better yet a actress!
Start beef, and do a video pumpin' ya black fist. (YEAH!)
Dog, I'm not like a lot of heads,
Trust me! I'll put a switchblade in yo' [shot] nostrol like Radamez. {DAMN! }
And at the time a ladies man.
Icey watch! - Navy band! Play me blam! {Whoooooo! }
My records should be 80 grand,
Ain't a team out that can do it da way we can! - Nigga! (YEAH!) {WHAT? }

[Chorus:]
Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya? [shot]
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {G-UNIT RECORDS! }
Everybody knows you're a wanksta... {WHAT? }

Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta! (uh-huh!)
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya?
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya,
Everybody knows you're a wanksta...

[Outro:]
{HATE HOT! }
Yeah!
You BITCH-ass nigga!
Y'all niggas broke! {LICK! }
And I'm gettin' better! And better... {JESSIE! } and better... and better!
It gotta hurt man...
G-UNIT! {WHAT? } [shot] [beat stops]