Lifetime Achievement lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Young Buck)

[50 Cent:]

Yeah, I'd like to thank everybody, the haters, my fans

Wow, I spent five years, man

Three albums, thirty million copies

Gotta love it, I really never thought I'd be here

First and foremost, I'd like to thank God for making me special

You know niggas wanna kill me, I stay in drama

Say a prayer for me, homie, nah, pray for Obama

Ain't nothing changed, them rednecks got them.44 mags

KKK mad, the confederate flags

Black man in the office, you know they're gon' flip

Like [?] hand me my rifle when she thought she was going to shit

Bet Bill O'Reilly call me pinhead for saying that shit

Well, him and Oprah Winfrey both could suck on some dick

They said I sniff coke, but I weight shit, man, I don't get high

Said I slept with Tracey Heggins, that was a cool lie

And steroids must've made my money longer

Mary vocals stronger, Timbaland beats harder

Tyler write through the scripts, Wyclef make them hits

If I knew I wasn't sure I'd run and get some shit

I wanna be hot like me, I wanna be on top like me

I'm trying to get guap like me, B

[Tony Yayo:]

It was funny how time flies, life turn to memories

And I can't vote, too many felonies

If I could, I wouldn't vote for Hillary

Man, the bitch rule the world? Man, you kidding me

Niggas tried to kill me on three different occasions

I guess that's life when niggas just hatin'

Came a long way from slinging dope and that hard white

And my neighbors don't speak, why? They all white

And the homies don't speak 'cause I'm rich now

My life is Hermès, haze and Cristal

And ménage à trois out in Moscow

I got them Trojan Magnums and Lifestyle (Lifestyle...)

[50 Cent:]

Wow, you know, I really didn't get a chance to prepare a speech

You know, I'd just like to say when you see perfection within me you see God, and when you see my imperfections you see me

This was a great project, Al Pacino, Robert DeNiro

John Leguizamo, Donnie Wahlberg, love you, guys, we got one

[Young Buck:]

You know I'm feeling so Creflo

You see, we all ain't balling, but we blessed though

My niggas, let's go

Gotta give respect so you can get a check, hoe

Ain't like God e-mailing niggas no death notes

Purple label tags, Cartiers, and all them designer bags

It's something you might want, but not what you gotta have

These kids want money, nigga, fuck a autograph

How can you be mad when they just following your path?

You look and you laugh while niggas eating out the trash

But shit change fast, nigga, look at your ass

The real niggas last, we all been through it

I accept this award on behalf of the Unit

[Lloyd Banks:]

Uh, I gotta be one of the top five black writers

I ignore switch sider support from backbiters

Now they telling me I can't say nigga, nigga please

All I need is incredible trees and bigger keys

I slot you a piece, net like Mr. T's

And it's 99 degrees, but my wrist on freeze

I risk it all for the lovely dough so my mother can go

Where she ain't got head shots, she shed enough teardrops

I gotta thank God before I thank a soul

For blessing me with the flow and the game to break a hoe

I turn over Transformer 'fore I turn on 50

I tote blicky and I burn on sticky, fuck with me (fuck with me)

[50 Cent:]

Hello, mama, yeah, you watch the TV?

You see me? Haha

Yeah, they gave me the trophy, ha!

I told you, I told you all I was gon' do is keep you comfortable

I'ma call you back, I'ma call you back

You know, we still in the hood, the award show, alright, haha!