Hey, what's up this is 50 Cent and here is one of my favorite verses in hip-hop. It's by Nas called the Message Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though You freak n****z played out, get f***ed and ate out Prostitute turned b****, I got the gauge out 96 ways I made out, Montana way The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray A gla** of 'ze make a man Ca**ius Clay Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring Yo let me let why'all n****z know one thing There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King The highlights of livin, Vegas style roll dice in linen Antera spinnin on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winnin them Threats I'm sendin them, Lex with TV sets the minimum Ill sex adrenaline Party with villains.