[VERSE 1]
They comin' at 50,
they after his jewels,
if they comin' at 50,
God they must be fools.
This man is from Queens,
and he ain't fucking around,
when he's spraying that gat,
better drop to the ground.
He’s armed to the teeth,
pistols, grenades and rifles,
with G-Unit on his side,
homey you'd best not trifle.
Killin’ wave after wave,
and taking their paper,
whoever fucked with Fitty's
now regretting that caper.
[CHORUS]
They're comin' for you Fitty!
headshots are worth more,
kill 'em as fast as you can,
'til your trigger finger's sore.
The setting might change,
but the scene's all the same,
you fucked with Fitty,
now you're shot in the brain.
[VERSE 2]
50's his own man,
but props to Marcus and Dom,
Layin’ the groundwork for this,
of course it's da bomb.
Maybe you saw somethin’ similar,
Comin' out of The Club,
But 50's his own man,
I'ma give you the rub.
It's fast violent fun,
it's not for the kids,
running through third-world cities
shotgunning fools in the ribs.
All the way through,
50's beats be bumpin’,
the perfect tracks,
when necks need stumpin’.
[CHORUS]
They're comin' for you Fitty!
headshots are worth more,
kill 'em as fast as you can,
'til your trigger finger's sore.
The setting might change,
but the scene's all the same,
you fucked with Fitty,
now you're shot in the brain.
[VERSE 3]
It’s Blood on the Sand,
a visual representation,
Of the persona we bought
that 50 sold to the nation.
It's not without fault,
your enemies are dumb,
but you can't help but love it,
the game is guilty fun.
Stage design could be better,
to keep the action frantic,
traversing barren corridors,
is all too rampant.
But don't let this stop you,
from picking this up,
50 Cent: Blood on the Sand
Is a diamond in the rough.
[CHORUS]
They're comin' for you Fitty!
headshots are worth more,
kill 'em as fast as you can,
'til your trigger finger's sore.
The setting might change,
but the scene's all the same,
you fucked with Fitty,
now you're shot in the brain.
