[Chorus: 50 Cent]

My bitch, my bitch
Wherever I go, she go
My bitch, my bitch
You can run for your life shell keep suckin nd ill sperm out the window
My bitch, my bitch
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my little friend

[Lloyd Banks]

Everywhere I go she gotta tag along
Cause my dick gettin' strong And im glad shes on
she ride with me wshen I pass the mall
And wait for me on the bench when I run a game of basketball
One look would make a bastard hard
Gasp and crall
You need a jimmy hat birth pills and all
Bring your bitch wshen it's time to roam (why?)
Cause I jerked off the last time I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome
shee even got closet space inside of my home
she ain't never been broke she glitchless
So reliable I bought sher a ecko coat for Christmas
big nice ass and in the mouth for distance
the best company wshen approaching business
she who ride with me to the end
We all gotta bitch
And mine is a L-E-O.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

My bitch gotta temper she dyin' to pop off
Last time she did the cops had the block all locked off
Take them with me to hustle stashed her in the trash can
My finger tips sore for four hours I poped thangs
u meet her ur destination ass or pussy
Cause I only bring her out for that 187
she dont have a heart I just keep feeding her pills
she get it poppin' in the hood so her name ring bell
Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me
they came I ran I had to toss my other little bitch
Niggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid
she stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base sheads
these niggaz sayin' doley just like they pretend
Keep fuckin' around they gon say hello to my little bitch.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

[Young Buc]

We been through it all yet we both still livin'
We been in a box but we both still spittin'
And when there was beef you even played your position
Got under the belt until we spotted spe-erm
At first they wouldn't listen to they heard you get off
Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York
And little did they know we was ready for sex
Bet that nigga wished he'd never stick his head out the door
See wshenever you come out something happen on the block
You the reason that nigga done stop rappin' like Pac
People see you and pay and you even say shit
they just know you are sumthin' to play wit
Stay wit 16 homies and one nice ho
When the first one get out the next one go
To know where your headed you gotta know where you been
the bitch stay with me we friends till the end.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]