Artist: G-Unit Album: I'm Leavin 12" Song: I'm Leavin (*Fat Joe Diss) Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.Com, kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah!!! [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm leavin, on the next plane I don't know when I'll be back again I'm a Southside nigga you could find me where the money at! [Tony Yayo] Find me in your crib with the nina where the money at! [Lloyd Banks] See me I found that remedy to stop from tellin [50 Cent] I'll put the rueger to yo' forehead, pop yo' melon [Verse 1: 50 Cent] See me I gets busy frontin is a rizzy I move with the Semis, zip zip through the city The law can't get me, the Lord gotta get me I make shit hot, then lay low to infizzy You think you know Fiddy?! You don't know Fiddy! In a S-5 fiddy, the fo' fo' with me My man Yayizzy stay off the hizzy Cell fiends whizzy, they smoke crack till they dizzy (OH!!!!) Your man Joey Crack, I told him before He don't want it with me, YOU PUSSY FAT BOY!!!! You wanna go to war? Ok Ok I'll go to war?! Catch ya slippin put ya put ya brains on the floor [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm leavin, on the next plane D's ran up in my crib and found cocaine Fingerprints on the hammers and heroin Before I go back to jail I'm squeezin mayne I'm a Southside nigga you could find me where the money at! [Tony Yayo] Find me in your crib with the nina where the money at! [Lloyd Banks] See me I found that remedy to stop from tellin [50 Cent] I'll put the rueger to yo' forehead, pop yo' melon [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] (50 Cent) Look! The television caters to pop, not violent hits (Yeah!) The Unit ain't fall off it's all politics (WE THE BEST!!!!!!!) Niggas don't throw rights they throw hollow tips And they don't wanna get married they want model chicks (TELL 'EM BANKS!!!!!!!!) Sex, liquor and dough, bottle piff Fuck buyin the Phantom, I'll just borrowed Fif's Yesterday's that is tomorrow's this From a land and a hill to a Colorado cliff Nigga you violate me I'm sendin you to God I'm no peacemaker, that's my jeweler's job (FUCK THAT!!!!) I spit it how I live it nigga you the fraud!! Put my weight on your back you wouldn't move the yard [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm leavin, on the next plane D's ran up in my crib and found cocaine Fingerprints on the hammers and heroin Before I go back to jail I'm squeezin mayne I'm a Southside nigga you could find me where the money at! [Tony Yayo] Find me in your crib with the nina where the money at! [Lloyd Banks] See me I found that remedy to stop from tellin [50 Cent] I'll put the rueger to yo' forehead, pop yo' melon [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] (50 Cent) Yeah! Aiyyo! Touch one of mine, I'll touch one of yours Send us to the hospital, I'll send yours to the morgue I'm like Jesus to the hood, and God to the industry All 50's enemies are all of my enemies (WOOOOOOOO!!!!) I'm a smoker O.G. kush in the jar Drop the top on the Lamb place the poker with car Glock automatic yo, bitch got a fatty yo Fourteen bricks, Pablo killin Fabio I'm tryin to put 700's they didn't made them yet Yep! They got 'em now baby, the F-700's crazy! Why buy the refrigerator doors I blend up the D and cook up the hard [Outro: 50 Cent] I'm leavin, on the next plane I don't know when I'll be back again Yeah!!!! I watched Rap City! I see this fat nigga Joe up there frontin Don't nobody like this nigga's shit, this nigga's wack son! That nigga J. Holiday is the new nigga, and he's makin the shit hot!!! Niggas really don't wanna hear your fatass nigga!!!! Shit is wack son!!!! Tell ya straight up nigga!!!!! And I'm easy to find nigga! You can't find me, look in the motherfuckin Yellow Pages!!! I'm right across the street from Madison Square Garden Everybody come there for a motherfuckin interview!!!! Everybody come and talk to me when they need to take a meetin!!! WHY YOU CAN'T FIND ME?! HUH!? HARD TO FIND A NIGGA THAT YOU KNOW GOT A GUN!? RIGHT?! HARD TO FIND A NIGGA THAT YOU KNOW RIDIN 'ROUND IN BULLETPROOF SHIT! HARD TO FIND NIGGA HUH?! WELL, NOW YOU GOT MY UNDIVIDED INDIVIDUAL ATTENTION!!! I'M ON YOUR ASS NOW!!!!