Comin Thru lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Young Buck & Kidd Kidd)
[Kidd Kidd & Young Buck:]
Glock check, AK check
Sawed off shotgun, check
You know I'm sayin' we got all that shit
G-Unit nigga we comin' through there nigga know that
Fuck you mean?
Yellow tape that bitch out nigga, you know what's up boy
I ain't that famous, I could still murk somethin'
I still I hurt somethin', I still got the work comin'
Hard headed ain't learned nothin' but drug money
Blue bandanas with a pocket full of blood money
Load the shells with my shirt to keep the prints off 'em
Go get a rental, put in work, and take the tits off her
Nigga do your dirt and still ridin' clean
Big.45 stuffed inside these designer jeans
Called Buck, I need a verse that's an M16
Fuck you mean? How you want it? With the red beam?
From Cashville to New Orleans boy we all through there
Ay Kidd, you know I'm comin' through, don't give a fuck who there
Just call me when you need me nigga you know I'm comin' through there
You ain't gotta wait to see me nigga, you know I'm comin' through there
Just call me when you need me nigga you know I'm comin' through there
You ain't gotta wait to see me nigga, you know I'm comin' through there
Superville lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo Young Buck & Kidd Kidd)
Fatality, fatality
(Whoo Kid)
[Lloyd Banks:]
I bet all these classics make the city flip
Drop committees quick
Grip on all my Rocky willie shit
Knock you silly with
Hammer off my block affiliate
My fascination grew
To snatch your paper crew
Bash your faces too
Toolie kept
Candy at a movie set
Slept on me, I haunt you now
Leather seats, gas and horses round
Passin' torches, how
South Jamaican nigga causin' foul
Take that cross the street
Pay me cash and the cost is steep
Nigga talk is cheap
[Tony Yayo:]
There's two ways to life, most end up dead or in jail
The lil homies got a cravin' ass appetite
Water boilin', stove open on them cold nights
And if a nigga ain't strapped he ain't rollin' right
Gotta check my rear view for them blue and whites
TD Jake keep preachin' bout that street life
He get me goin' in the mornin', got my mind right
[Lloyd Banks:]
I got a bulletproof plan, you understand?
I've been through hell already I'm supposed to be the man
Drop Lamb'
Lil nigga on the rise
I body drop 'em every day and we don't sympathize
Speedin' is my drive, one and only still
Feel like they owe me, will
Get on my O.D kill
If you approach me niggas know we got the realest shit
Paper stacks to hurt your feelin's with
Nothin' changed, ain't hearin' it
[Kidd Kidd:]
Niggas talk behind your back when you're not lookin'
Run up on 'em ask 'em what's shakin' and get shookin'
Ain't nobody gave me the game I just took it
Then I started my own gang like Tookie
Last thing you seen was the Ryder Gang hoodie
Then toys talk like Woody
I'm hood like an uncle ass whoopin'
Never got my chain tooken
It's crack cocaine cookin'
Put one in your head like I'm nookie
[Young Buck:]
Apply pressure with this needle to they blood vessel
Supplyin' what they put inside they straight shooter
Raid outta Texas tryna die, state troopers
Your life's on the line when you're sellin' they Frank Lucas
But my bills on time and my bitches even they shooters
Pop a molly with you and put two in your Medulas
These pussy niggas programmed like computers
My son got a toolie and a flooded Frank Mueller
Fatality lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Tony Yayo Young Buck & Kidd Kidd)
(Jungle Beats holla at me)
It's time to eat
The Unit is back
Them niggas is back, the real is back, the streets is back
Shooters on deck nigga, ya
[Tony Yayo:]
Got keys twinklin', pianos in the next apartment
Safe house when the narcs hit
I give rap critics verbal bouquets about AKs
Foolish rappers in my rearview, far away
Ferragamo dreams, the bitch lipstick on my cigarette
M4 Carbon, aim for your neck
Got that wavy work, Ryan Seacrest
Forgi's on the foreign and they deep dish
Killer mink to make of me
My jacket in the weasel family
Luxurious furs, pull an eagle swammy
New Tahoe, 27Z
New grill on that bitch looks so mean
Dog food pulled an Arabian coffee
Good connect, don't ask what it cost me
I got undetected explosives in my floor
Got me in Vera Wang clothes, ya feel me?
Fatality, fatality, fatality
[Young Buck:]
My brother been dippin' his fuckin' face in the powder
Fuckin' the powers
We supposed to be in this together but you done with sour
Cash money bruh, remember money and power
A little paper'll get a nigga knocked down like the towers
I spend hours in the kitchen standin' over the stove
Put too much time in finer places to put niggas in holes
I got my son froze, baggin' up O's
He said he wanted a Phantom before he's 14 years old
I told him he can do it if he don't open his nose
Like my nigga Louis ask him where most of his go
I'm a bad influence to broke niggas
Encourage them to the pull up, I vow to smoke niggas
Yeah marinated the bullets, body fluids
And if my weapon don't kill 'em then bet you gon' do it
Every nigga standin' in my section goin' through it
We gon' get the money, you ain't gotta help us to it, yeah
Fatality, fatality, fatality
[Kidd Kidd:]
Watchin' my OG whip it, I learned to remix it
Turn the pigeons to a chicken, four piece and a biscuit
Bodies come up missin' get found by someone fishin'
[?] got equipped, Glock 40 extension
If I'm broke I fix it but that ain't nobody business
They comin' for my head I hope my nigga don't start bitchin'
Gotta thank the Lord I ain't get a life sentence
'Fore my name end up in the rest in peace sentence
I say suck my mini
[?]
[?] you can't say I'm a kill for this
Fuck niggas sneak dissin'
I hear 'em talkin' this and that
But don't confuse this with that
I put a hole in your inner tube car fixed or flat
Realest niggas in the game man you gotta give us that
I hold it down
I bust your head for the right amount
Six shots, every bullet gotta count
Its a Stick Up lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo Kidd Kidd & Young Buck)
Fatality
[Lloyd Banks:]
I'm only gon' get bigger, niggas wanna see me lose
Pull me to the money I'm a move, this a motherfuckin' stick up
We want everything in twos
Bein' number one don't come with moves
Over how ya figure
Bitches jumpin' out they shoes
How the fuck am I supposed to choose?
Purple weed even more liquor
Foreigns down the avenues
We got shit to fix your attitudes
[Tony Yayo:]
I got my baby hangin' out the window
On some Michael Jackson shit
But my baby ain't three months old
It's an AR clip, yeah, yeah
Foam with the paper plates
Y'all niggas in two oh eights
We in 2016, BMIH
Ghost Protocol, Tom Cruise shit
Got the Uz in the stash with the rubber grip
And I ain't trippin', I'm in Turkey estaba rollin' up
50 bottles bottles, 40 bitches, just 10 of us
I love my niggas who the fuck can a nigga trust?
Real drama when I caught them niggas pickin' up
[Lloyd Banks:]
I'm only gon' get bigger, niggas wanna see me lose
Pull me to the money I'm a move, this a motherfuckin' stick up
Want everything in twos
Bein' number one don't come with moves
Over how ya figure
Bitches jumpin' out they shoes
How the fuck am I supposed to choose?
Purple weed even more liquor
Foreigns down the avenues
We got shit to fix your attitudes
[Kidd Kidd:]
School of hard knocks grad, you wasn't up in my class
New Orleans nigga rob you in a Mardi Gras mask
Catch you down bad, dirty as a grave yard
Mama workin' slave job
[?] behind bars
Fuck I gotta say to y'all?
Nigga never gave me shit I had to play baseball
Find a field with pitchers, the real talkin' on the mic
Streets got me softer like
All your scars come from fallin' off a bike
My niggas can't read or write
But they keep they heaters tight
Hit up I need the stripes
I don't know how I sleep at night
I think I need faith cause the world's on my shoulders
Keep my enemies closer
My friends turnin' into vultures
[Lloyd Banks:]
I'm only gon' get bigger, niggas wanna see me lose
Pull me to the money I'm a move, this a motherfuckin' stick up
Want everything in twos
Bein' number one don't come with moves
Over how ya figure
Bitches jumpin' out they shoes
How the fuck am I supposed to choose?
Purple weed even more liquor
Foreigns down the avenues
We got shit to fix your attitudes
Had to been dealin' with a copy, I've been occupied
Twin thighs block me in, shrimp and lobster high
Now it feels like this plane is bumpin' when my rums collide
And [?] I see that bullshit with binocular eyes
My hearts are pocket sized, check how I monopolized
That fire hits the tire, hope your doctor nice
I hit the weed, toast the sky the helicopter flights
My game proper, game changer, make you drop your price
I'm on the bucket list, bullets won't stop my life
Now my heart's a block of ice
He doubted me I shocked them twice
Powder V on sour D
Man of the hour's me, the powerful know how it be
Give a fuck in all actuality
I'm only gon' get bigger, niggas wanna see me lose
Pull me to the money I'm a move, this a motherfuckin' stick up
Want everything in twos
Bein' number one don't come with moves
Over how ya figure
Bitches jumpin' out they shoes
How the fuck am I supposed to choose?
Purple weed even more liquor
Foreigns down the avenues
We got shit to fix your attitudes
[Young Buck:]
Had it made with gun powder
All my brothers under the gun tower
My mama tryna catch crank sales on the lunch hour
My blunt sour, everything parked in the front ours
I tend to rob when I feel I'm amongst cowards
You know when some niggas is given too much power
You gotta see if they know how to use it
Still shoot the chopper by my lonely don't confuse it
All this fake rapper music I better win 'fore I lose it
I put every bullet in this clip one by one
Once I do it you gon' here bout what I done
My goal in this game get rich like 50
Never touch another brick and get a bitch like Mickey
[Lloyd Banks:]
I'm only gon' get bigger, niggas wanna see me lose
Pull me to the money I'm a move, this a motherfuckin' stick up
Want everything in twos
Bein' number one don't come with moves
Over how ya figure
Bitches jumpin' out they shoes
How the fuck am I supposed to choose?
Purple weed even more liquor
Foreigns down the avenues
We got shit to fix your attitudes
[Snoop Dogg:]
(Fatality) Ya digg? It's goin' down like that that there. We're gonna hit you upside the motherfuckin' head with nothin' but gangster music man. Hey Whoo Kid I want you to him 'em upside the head and let's take off y'all
Live Fast lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo Young Buck & Kidd Kidd)
[Lloyd Banks:]
If there's a problem then it's on sight
Hope somebody cares about 'em, 24 hours wildin'
There be violence around here all night
We ready for the battle with the shit we can paddle
Though when you show up it's a DOA
Everybody cryin' to your family, you lyin'
Won't a damn thing be ok
Look what I'm becoming
Won't be slowing down for nothing
Look, I got them buggin' fuck out, been glowin' lately
Middle of the ring when they droppin', I know I'm crazy
The horror's too much to stomach, he vomit maybe
A bunch of rules we abolish, narcotic babies
Took a posse of loonies [?] to raise me
The odds were shaky
My heart's still breaking, [?] you had to take 'em
[?] around, get your organs sliced
[?] you wasted all your life
It bees like that, just one of them nights
I bet them people crackin' goin' for white
Where them clappin' on the corner
Can't seem to last, too long a fight
You'd rather kill then leave here wrong or right
Who need a strong unite
Whip through your neighborhood all in spite
If there's a problem then it's on sight
Hope somebody cares about 'em, 24 hours wildin'
There be violence around here all night
We ready for the battle with the shit we can paddle
Though when you show up it's a DOA
Everybody cryin' to your family, you lyin'
Won't a damn thing be ok
Look what I'm becoming
Won't be slowing down for nothing
[Kidd Kidd:]
Miss me with 'em candy rappers, I'm not them other suckers
I probably fucked your baby mother, I'm a motherfucker
No loyalty among thieves, just too emotional
Your heart on your sleeve
With mood swings, bobbin' your weave
Fit the apple after Eve, man, I got no soul
I'm around from the crossroad, Jesus piece, rose gold
You got Pinocchio nose, you only sold in your flow
I'm on that cold corner bumpin' Cold Corner by my bro
Got it for the low on the low
Even if I don't blow, I got blow
Your hoe detonate and watch her blow
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
Which one of y'all got to go?
Cop asked me what they shot me for
I told 'em bitches I don't know
[Lloyd Banks:]
If there's a problem then it's on sight
Hope somebody cares about 'em, 24 hours wildin'
There be violence around here all night
We ready for the battle with the shit we can paddle
Though when you show up it's a DOA
Everybody cryin' to your family, you lyin'
Won't a damn thing be ok
Look what I'm becoming
Won't be slowing down for nothing
[Tony Yayo:]
Humble beginnings in a crack team
But everything changed when the money came
We went from duckin' the narcs to condos in Battery Park
Send my bitch to DR, she done up
Her ass and her breasts sick
I feel like fat cat in '86
A hundred bricks for that yard stick quality
Drought come we got enough to raise the economy
Bomb first cause these haters ain't harmin' me
Forward thinkin' so the past don't bother me
Where I'm from victory is survival
Snitches on the steer with their hand on the Bible
To be or not to be, that's the question
I'm out to get it, obstacles in my direction
No new friends cause these fake niggas snitchin'
We all trial in the streets and the jurors is the henchmen
[Lloyd Banks:]
If there's a problem then it's on sight
Hope somebody cares about 'em, 24 hours wildin'
There be violence around here all night
We ready for the battle with the shit we can paddle
Though when you show up it's a DOA
Everybody cryin' to your family, you lyin'
Won't a damn thing be ok
Look what I'm becoming
Won't be slowing down for nothing
[Verse 4 - Young Buck:]
I've been sellin' dope out my mama house
I think she knowin' what I'm doin'
She be lookin' when I'm cookin'
Got 'em comin' in and goin' out
One of my partners went to catch a brick
Got it tooken and I got Codeine pourin' out
I'm double cupped up, dopeboy
I used the fishscale to hook 'em
I got your bitch showin' out
I just told 'em find some flights, I'm a book 'em
I got pounds in my hoe's house
Servin' on my granny porch
Got a pair of doctor bill I ain't have no choice
Connected with the coke like I was from Miami, boy
So much dope if you fuck up they kill your family, boy
If there's a problem then it's on sight
Hope somebody cares about 'em, 24 hours wildin'
There be violence around here all night
We ready for the battle with the shit we can paddle
Though when you show up it's a DOA
Everybody cryin' to your family, you lyin'
Won't a damn thing be ok
Look what I'm becoming
Won't be slowing down for nothing
Worldwide lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo & Kidd Kidd)
Yeah, yeah, yeah let's slow it down Whoo Kid
[Tony Yayo:]
We some worldwide niggas cut the line in immigration
European time different
We some worldwide niggas man we came from the bottom
Now we on some black riches
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
[Lloyd Banks:]
Your problem
They got me out the bottom, I'm designer Pete [?]
Competition gettin' stomped, defeat
How can y'all compete?
Masterpiece for mansion, wrist for hire or your time is cheap
Pray the Lord your mind'll keep
Lose it right on survivor's street
Never turnin' back on this life
Hope I live twice
Traps all over let the weeps in, taught you few times a night
You see the [?] the same goal powerful minds alike
Success up under this got these bitches sour, few thousand fights
I leave the world while rappin'
I shake the ground, the [?] collapsin'
Enterprise went international, fit me in foreign fashion
I just took the whip about 160, my commas laughin'
Gettin' money sit up man couldn't get me, I'm in traffic
Reputation dead on impact, I'm bombin' accurate
You gon' settle for the [?] smokin', I wanted that shit
Winnin's always in the conversation, you goin' backwards
Never been no room for fuckin' up and ain't no passes
[Tony Yayo:]
We some worldwide niggas cut the line in immigration
European time different
We some worldwide niggas man we came from the bottom
Now we on some black riches
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
[Kidd Kidd:]
I'm not used to ordinary niggas
Derrick Fishers, merry Christmas
It's a Kidd gift when I rap to every listeners
It's the story, born loser grew to be a winner
Microwave hot pocket for dinner
Pockets thinner
Now I can't fish shit up in 'em
Versace denim, Versace robe
My cousin used to beat my ass from stealin' all his clothes
Flashbacks gettin' laughed at by all these hoes
But I got somethin' for all of you haters
All of this paper
I hope you catch all of the vapors
Fuck all your favors
And I'm my brother's keeper can't kill [?]
They say you can't eat, you gotta turn the table
Rest in peace Nate Dogg, y'all better lay low
Ferarris in the garage, pullin' hard since I was stable
Hey fuck the industry word to my brother Yayo
I'm an a-hole
If you say so, my paper's great though
FREE Young Buck Freestyle lyrics - G-Unit
Yeah let's take this shit back, uh
(Whoo Kid!) Y'all remember that right?
This Buck, Cashville, y'all know
Uh, way back in the day
Deep, deep down south where the nigga had a lil pack of yay
Cause the nigga with the big AK
Tryna rob everybody round here where I stay
Back then I was at your house party
Had your little sister on the walk in loose
Pour a little Hen in the punch in the juice
Used to take a one on one back then for a boost
Couldn't step in the booth
Talk that shit, nigga had to know you was the truth
Couldn't lie what your life bout
Had to tell these folk what you really gon' do
The rap game on some other shit
They ain't tellin' what they doin', tellin' what they gon' do
Get caught up with a couple bricks
And guess what nigga, they tellin' on you
See I'm still on this Scarface shit
Gotta kill these niggas, you tellin' on who?
I can't just turn my back on the trap
I'm out here sellin' it too
I'm connected all in Cali
Pounds of the kush, we lettin' it through
And a nigga tryna spread the love
So what y'all niggas really ready to do?
I'm just tryna bring it back to the Master P days
Make the pot say, ughhh
Make the pot say, ughhh
I can bring it back like, ughhh
I'm just tryna bring it back to the Master P days
Make the pot say, ughhh
Make the pot say, ughhh
I can bring it back like, ughhh
You bout it? Yeah
I'm bout it, bout it, you know
Ay where you from homie?
You know that dirty south gangsta shit, ay put your hood up
I represent, it's G-Unit gang
Country nigga all in Queens sellin' cocaine
I fuck that white girl, I push that dog food
I know ways to make sure we get it all through
I fuck with gang members that's gon' die about it
I fuck with lean sippers that's gon' die without it
You got it? Cause I got it, got it
I roll with the windows up, cloudy, cloudy
Shit chill, I got bricks here
Sellin' dope out the house and I live there
So many came to the South think I kill here
I'm just tryna figure out why I'm still here
Ay let me hit that
I'm bout to elevate, elevation
Tryna elevate on you niggas
Switchin' positions in this [?]
I'm all in Tucson
Tryna meet this Cuban
He not the plug but he said he knew some
You're gonna have to keep your mouth closed if I let you come
If I get you this I'm gon' have to kill ya if you run
Posted in the front of the church pew with two guns
Prayin' that the Lord let me make it through with these 2 tons
Knowin' niggas with me just to see if I give you one
Funny how when you get rich niggas think that you dumb
Where you from?
Where I'm from murder's always the outcome
Your strap is like your everything you can't leave home without one
Man they got me puttin' my gun in the hand of my son
Somebody come in this house then y'all gon' see what I done
Why I'm keepin' so much reefer now in my lungs
I tell 'em I've been pitchin' on probation for the last three years
Yes Memph we hot right now, yes we is
Is 2Pac missed nigga? Yes he is
Hey man I never seen
Seen so many people this point man in my life homie
I'm one of those people
It's all the real niggas that's not here no more
Rest in peace
First you here, before you know it, it's too late y'all
Close your eyes then you think about Nate Dogg
Lil Flat, Lord Infamous, they died real
DJ Screw, Fat Pat, Pimp C died trill
Soulja Slim, Doe B
Now all the ladies drop Left Eye left tear
Big Pun, Biggie Smalls, A$AP Yams too
Eazy-E, ODB, man this can't be true
Gang Starr, Mac Dre, Jam Master J
Heavy D, Slim Dunk, and he was from the A
Static Major, Lil Wayne had him on his way
Lil Snupe, I seen him with Meek just the other day
It's okay y'all the truth here
I know Eminem feelin' like me, we wish Proof was here
Obituary like a souvenir
We just look at 'em and reminisce about when you was here
Somebody pour up, yeah
I ain't fuck with that old fake ass purp they got out here right now
Give me the red Hi-Tec, shit ain't no Actavis
Yessir, Three 6 Mafia featuring UGK up in this joint
We about to sip on this sizzurp
(There's about to be a whole lotta sippin' it up
Pourin' it up, drankin' it up
Goin' round here in the EST boy)
Y'all know how we do it
(Now pour it on up)
Oh and I fuck with the yellow too
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sip, sippin' on some sizzurp
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sip, sippin' on some sizzurp
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sip, sippin' on some sizzurp
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sip, sippin' on some sizzurp
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sip, sippin' on some sizzurp
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sip, sippin' on some sizzurp
I'm still poppin' these pills, I ain't new to this
I put yellow [?] on big old blunts of cannabis
I sip Hi-Tec by the pint tryna see just how high I can get
It's an embarrassment just to hear a nigga say "I quit"
Yeah that Actavis I like but I can't pay for that fake shit
Don't know what's that in your Sprite, woah purp niggas make me sick
She said "Buck you takin' flight" least that molly got me right
Plus these niggas doin' all this snitchin' baby I've been outta (whoo)
I've just been sippin' on some sizzurp
Yeah you know they was countin' me out
I was so well countin' up in [?]
Whole world countin' on me
It's Buck, yeah (Whoo Kid)
Haha, yeah
Dreams lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Kidd Kidd Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo)
Yeah, see me, see me
(Whoo Kid)
[Kidd Kidd:]
It all started with this bitch named Tina
Met her at La Marina
Didn't judge a book by the cover but it was easy to read her
See I'm too hood, she too diva, only give it when you eat her
Out to eat when you treat her
Bitch I ain't FEMA
The word on the street, she got that Aquifina
But the pussy wetter than Katrina, she's a keeper
But I don't need her
She ain't an IGer but she scrollin' through my pics
Checkin' every comment from a bitch
Glad she ain't leave one
You find a good one, keep her, that's what I was told
But every thing that glitters just ain't gold
She's a centerfold
Lookin' for a nigga with some bread to get a dinner roll
Just another actor looking for another role
[Lloyd Banks:]
I need somebody that can relate to bein' from the street
She's gettin' naked on the walk-in I ain't come to speak
I think I found her, probably switch up in another week
I'm tryna hit the club, prolly never get no sleep
She done fell in love, I'm just tryna keep it cool
I hear you talkin' but nobody wanna be the fool
Million dollar nigga, had a dream and seen it through
Old bitches actin' different, everything is new
She told you what was gon' be there waitin' on you know she fakin'
She's makin' moves and that is [?] overstatement
Can't hold no patience, RIP you lost your girl to pimpin'
The one that used to hold you down, feels like your world is slippin'
She's over prison, wanna fly and see the world my nigga
Nothin' you hit her for the settlement insurance flipper
Free porn, I'm with her
Got an ass so fat look like it's custom
I always got somebody's heart to trust 'em
You put all that work in for nothin'
Nothin' be success
You had players and I mean the best
[?] sex
So what's next? Blue dream and checks
Don't love to [?] the steps
Got over good, you keep the rest
Plenty cheaters out here if you need a test
I need somebody that can relate to bein' from the street
She's gettin' naked on the walk and I ain't come to speak
I think I found her, probably switch up in another week
I'm tryna hit the club, prolly never get no sleep
She done fell in love, I'm just tryna keep it cool
I hear you talkin' but nobody wanna be the fool
Million dollar nigga, had a dream and seen it through
Old bitches actin' different, everything is new
[Tony Yayo:]
Bags from Barney's with no flaws
She prays like them saints on the church walls
Carry-on luggages Mark Cross
And Valentino bags on Valentines
She independent baby girl got her own grind
She got morals, got a masters, and the whole nine
She playin' hard to get
Real hood but a classy chick
If her phone is face down she on some cheatin' shit
Watch these rap niggas get all up in her guts
European time eiffel tower lightin' up
You on real nigga time so bitch hurry up
This a 216, get your ass in my truck
[Lloyd Banks:]
I need somebody that can relate to bein' from the street
She's gettin' naked on the walk and I ain't come to speak
I think I found her, probably switch up in another week
I'm tryna hit the club, prolly never get no sleep
She done fell in love, I'm just tryna keep it cool
I hear you talkin' but nobody wanna be the fool
Million dollar nigga, had a dream and seen it through
Old bitches actin' different, everything is new
Mad Or Nah lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Young Buck Kidd Kidd & Tony Yayo)
[Young Buck:]
This what she put her Louboutins on to
This what she play when she cheatin' on you
This why she buy Hermes belts and Birkin bags to
All my exes, you mad or nah, boo?
Baby, if we hang tonight, even if I ain't your type
Bet when you wake up in the morning I just changed your life
Your woman represent you, my mama raised me right
Make sure her Alexander McQueen is fittin' her tight
Aight, got you lookin' sexy in Giuseppes
The last bitches slipped up, they know they should've kept me
Now your game done stepped up
Your nigga "like why you left me?"
See me in the background when you took a selfie
Don't do no stressin', baby, that type of shit ain't healthy
If you need help with your bills then just tell me
You got a girlfriend, it's cool, y'all can share me
A couple of bad bitches never scared me, I'm with that
You seen them new Celine bags, you can get that
Try this Versace on and see if you can fit that
Shawty said it's not about designer names
I'm just tryna introduce you to the finer things
This what she put her Louboutins on to
This what she play when she cheatin' on you
This why she buy Hermes belts and Birkin bags to
All my exes, you mad or nah, boo?
It's still love there
You know it's still love there
I'm just fuckin' with these other girls
[Kidd Kidd:]
I don't want a good girl, I can't help it, I'm ghetto
All your followers on Instagram doesn't make you special
You gotta understand that I come from nothin'
Off the back I be thuggin', you got my back or you frontin'
You in it for the money or the prize at the end
We play the game to win, that's why you lay with him
But you don't see his hands when I'm in between your thighs
[?] mine when I'm deep inside
Pray he asleep when you creep inside
Give me head, looked me dead in the eyes
Asked do I got bitches on the side
Let's keep it strictly business, no ties
No lie, baby, yeah I do, they just not you
I know you hear a lot of shit about me, that's not true
I'm playin' with some change, don't let that change you
You say you want a gangsta because your man ain't one
Life ain't a pretty picture, girl, but we can paint one, for real
[Young Buck:]
This what she put her Louboutins on to
This what she play when she cheatin' on you
This why she buy Hermes belts and Birkin bags to
All my exes, you mad or nah, boo?
It's still love there
You know it's still love there
I'm just fuckin' with these other girls
[Tony Yayo:]
Poppin' tags, she smilin' so hard her face hurt
She bird off bouncin' in a Jason Wu miniskirt
She keep 'em Birkins on deck, nigga
She got the same bag that's on Oprah show
And got the same Celine bag B got
And got the same Hermes bag Ri got
Gold bags from Louis out in Paris
Your bitch don't got this, it's not in the US
Yeah, and it ain't trickin' if you got it
Alexander McQueen clutch match her wallet
I said the girl is a fashionista
She said Gucci played out like gettin' fresh on Easter
[Young Buck:]
This what she put her Louboutins on to
This what she play when she cheatin' on you
This why she buy Hermes belts and Birkin bags to
All my exes, you mad or nah, boo?
It's still love there
You know it's still love there
I'm just fuckin' with these other girls
Set The Pick lyrics - G-Unit
[Kidd Kidd:]
How many licks do a nigga gotta hit just to come up on a brick
Like Craig hit Deebo with
Take team work to ball man, someone set the pick
I come around shootin' like swish, quote this
If I can't make nothin', I'm gon' take somethin'
Feds comin', one of y'all niggas done said somethin'
Long as I remain here I'm gon' stay thuggin'
Rap don't pay the bills then I'm gon' stay hustlin'
6 million ways to die, choose one
A lot of niggas afraid to die, you won
You got all them guns inside, shoot one
As the last nigga fall for they life, who won?
[Lloyd Banks:]
Yo fuck your interview
That lil buzz you got is political
I knock your pride out, I'm dumbin' down still, too lyrical
You photobombin', awful timin', don't know nobody
Hard to keep up with kings, I show a body
How it's guided from a shattered stage
Bout to make me a money barricade
Usually rapping cane, gorgeous bougie bitch that Paris made
My jewelry ain't the average grade
Tool in my movie got you woozy from my acid phase
Wealthy spillin' glasses raised, hold up niggas have to pay
Shotty rip your leg away
Sumo when I flat the track
Assume I'm comin' back to stack
Vroomin' somethin' black on black
Room to let my Mac attack
Vroomin' out my acrobat
Zoomin' in my habitat
Two's in my accomplishments
Comments full of nonsense
But them fools don't want the consequence
Bruisin' once my crimes commence
[?] trips in my defense
Sharp as the razor that I use to rip your confidence
Your losin' is obvious
[Tony Yayo:]
Fuck your radio host, fuck your rap blog
Fuck your favorite rapper and his big body guard
Fuck the industry man the streets gon' remember me
As T-O-N-Y Yayo, I been a G
Pull up and these haters gettin' finicky
Music loud, rollin' loud, potency can hardly see
Splendid, extravagant relaxation
I guess that's why these bitch niggas hatin'
Got the persona of drug lords
Versace slippers, Versace robe
Hit Rio in Brazil
My life real
I got a lot of cliental
I'm on that Pusha T shit, goin' diamond on my cell
[Lloyd Banks:]
I'm supposed to chill? Man shit is real
That was my only destination out here in the field
The drama cookin' and my partner caught raw deal
The people lookin' tryna make it out on four wheels
[Tony Yayo:]
I ain't got no bail, shit is really real
Now it's hots on one cot in the jail
Prosecutor tryna kill a nigga for a cell
Talkin' football numbers man, shit is really real
Get Away lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Young Buck & Kidd Kidd)
[Young Buck & Kidd Kidd:]
Kidd Kidd, what up, nigga?
What's good with it, Buck?
I went to 50, I said, look, nigga,
I'm in these streets for real, man
I gotta get away from this shit, nigga
He was a street nigga so he feel that
He gon get a nigga a wig
Let's get this money
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
[Young Buck:]
Even in the hood we be shooting all day
Got dead souls walking through the project hallways
Seen a dead body laid next door of where I stay
Couldn't do nothing bout it, just walked away
My nigga Tray just lost his youngest son
He bought a knife but the other one bought a gun
He got life for the stupid, dumb shit he done
We popping niggas now just for fun
I got bullet holes in my car do
Nigga ran off but he didn't get far though
Whole clip dumping out the fully auto
Got a good grip, I'm a hit my target
You done let this shit get started
Knowing damn well that I get retarded
Pull up in this bitch, didn't even park
I just hopped out, emptied my cartridge
Caught another case and beat my charges
Gun conviction but I keep it regardless
And my hands itching, a young nigga starving
Paint my picture, I guess I'm an artist
I really wanna leave but I feel like I'm missing something
You could find me posted up, twisting something
Fucking with the work, nigga getting something
I'm hanging out the window, hitting something, I gotta
[Young Buck & Kidd Kidd:]
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
[Kidd Kidd:]
It was me
No book bag, had a bag full of dope
Gotta move fast, one time, creep slow
No telling what I would've did for the dough
Watching my neck cause they playing cutthroat
Can't go home, they just kicked in the do
I don't know who it was but I know somebody told, bang!
Hope it ain't nobody I know, shh
Just another nigga out that night
Never go nowhere without my nine
Really, I'm out my mind
Paranoid, I've been hit six times
And only Lord knows
I need head like
Amen
Saw Mike at the crossroads
Tryna drop my past
Never know what the future holds
When you're nothing but a hoodlum
Going up against the soldiers
Street James Brown
Ten years old, I was in a man's world
Never did what I was told, only done what I was showed
Daddy selling crack so that's what I sold
[Young Buck & Kidd Kidd:]
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Ya know what I'm saying, my nigga?
Gotta get the fuck a nigga gotta go to France or something
I know, I know you still got them passports
Hell yeah, ay honestly, my nigga
I probably done ran through fifteen passports, my nigga
Real talk, no bullshit
Nigga, I'm still on my second one, ye heard me?
Don't trip, my nigga, we getting the numbers up
Really though, really though
They know what it is
You got, I know you're a convicted felon and all that, ya heard me?
But nigga, let me in
Matter of fact, Canada, let me in that motherfucker
Canada, let me in
When you got that bread, they gon let you through customs, believe that
Yeah, hell yeah, one thing we do got, we got money
Oh yeah
Yeah, we got money
We got money now
Shout out to 50
50, what up, nigga? Real shit, this shit crazy though
Talking bout money
Real niggas getting that dough
See when real niggas getting that dough, you know what they do?
They put their feet in the middle of their... so the dough can't close
And then we bring more niggas, the right niggas through
We bring the right niggas with us
The fuckin' nigga, we leave the fuck nigga on the side of the road
Looking like the God damn, uh
One of them motherfuckers that be like, Can I catch a ride?
Wait A Minute lyrics - G-Unit (performed by Phresher) (feat. 50 Cent)
[Phresher:]
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One God damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don't listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don't listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Big head Jimmy Neutron
Fuck a bitch on a futon
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Nigga this ain't Groupon
Do my dirt all by my lonely
All my bitches know we homies
If I pull up with my bitch hoes better act like they don't know me
All my side bitches in check, diamonds clear like windex
One point got an index
Smash your ass like an insect
So you better be goo
Shawty better be new
When I walk in the room
She know she fuckin' with a goon
Did a million at the same time
My third leg got hang time
Bang, bang, bang time
Game face when it's game time
[?] Dora
Got her screamin' like a whore-a
She keep beggin' me to stop
But she really want more-a
Dirty soap contradicted
But the dick's so addictive
Homie how could you blame her?
Her hand dealt like Kramer
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One God damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don't listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don't listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
[50 Cent:]
Boy, now what's the issue?
You gonna make me get with you
You want talk that girlie talk bitch you can talk to my pistol
Wait, wait, wait a minute
I got big paper I'm spendin'
I get to flashin' on 'em, my whip blasted on 'em, I mean any nigga can get it
That's 30 in the extendo
I had your bitch in the end zone
Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone
Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone
I'm so good with the hoes
I pulled up in the Rolls
With my diamonds blinkin' like strobes
In a Kanye shirt with holes
I'm blowin' paper like Dat
My niggas in here strapped
They'll bust, you won't bust back
That's why I act how I act
I see it oh, so, clear
You niggas ain't really-really with this shit
Got me thinkin' I really, really, really run this bitch
[Phresher:]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One God damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don't listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don't listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Ballin' lyrics - G-Unit
[Hook - 50 Cent:]
Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me
I know y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You know I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot callin'
[Tony Yayo:]
Versace down from my head to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game, show some respect
All these bitches on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old pimp
Fly over seven different time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in shroom zone
Got emergency blunts when I come home
Cause if rap or weed I'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will solve 'em
Just every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die over music
[Young Buck:]
Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in their music
I seen niggas last five minutes then they lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A platinum nigga in the penitentiary going, "do it"
Put Prada on the prison yard, started getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven five
That's the number that they gave me when I arrived
It's just another form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas locked up just trying to survive, I know why
[Hook]
[Kidd Kidd:]
I'm yelling money over bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, every chain
Every brick, every whip, kicks with designer names
I used to hustle Texas whose child I can claim
Paid all my mama's bills so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like loose change
Call me Brian in the clutch, ballin' with my English brain
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt ain't got a stain
Iced out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Entire streets in the streets so them hoes know I came
[Lloyd Banks:]
Ballin' on these hoes all the time
You got your kids, don't need mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama raised me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top five alive, I've been picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too hard to argue that
Shining my records like, "where's my target at?"
Came through your stereo, feel me charging back
I owe you 15 bums for that
Stains in the garden, hate when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach further than rap
Before we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down 'til nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for your army
[Hook]
I'm Grown lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
Yeah, I got my own business, I make my own deals
Niggas ain't on it like I'm on it, I own shit
I got my own Bentley, I got my own Rolls
I'm a pimp, bitch, I own hoes
I got my own diamonds around my own Cubans
I own Rolexes and Frank Muellers
I do what the fuck I want to
I'm grown, I own lots of shit, proper shit
I bought a couple before the dealership got the shit
Rich nigga, six figures
I double up every flip, my stash bigger
Plane hoppin', globetrottin'
A nigga blow a little paper when it's time to move
Fuck old money for the new money
No tellin' what a real nigga gon' do
[Hook - Young Buck:]
I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own money
I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own house
I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own car
I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown, I'm grown
[Young Buck:]
I'm on straight Remy, no chaser
Wanna smoke, but I'm still on paper
I mix purp' and yellow like a Laker
Headed to the moon and I just might take ya
Split my blunt with a little bitty razor
While this thick bitch just twerk on the table
I talk big nips, look like Fantasia
She ready, willin' and able
Just got a piercing in her navel
Walking nine to five and she staying
She say she flying down to my city
Cause she got a birthday coming in April
We ain't got no kind of commitment
Why you worried 'bout if I'm hitting it?
Don't worry about how I'm getting it
Stay the fuck up out of my business
[Hook]
[Lloyd Banks:]
No more stressin', I'm VVS'in', ballin' lessons on DVD
Pay per view shit, making moves since 2'03, can't see me free
That love gon' get you like BDP, PSA: I'mma be okay, I'm the iron G
Fix flash and I'm a fly emcee, I put a duffle on all of y'all
Trouble can't ignore me, I was born to ball
Fuck is up? I'm one of one, I need a custom cut
Hear the summer come, I want the number one
Bitch, walk in with a freak behind me
Shades damn near to the sticks, Gianni
Too nights and no repeating, mami
I'm guttered up, my streets define me
I drop your ass to the floor, here to be more
Rob me I'll make a detour, robbery how I get to her
Probably want out like I knew her, I done got colder
Chip on my shoulder, head when I sit in the Rover
Brought me a zipper to odor, phone numbers slid in the folder
Bullshitting how? Show you my pimping diploma
[Hook]
[Kidd Kidd:]
Brought an Audemar for when times was hard
Nine calls for the nine walls
Mardi Gras, take your top off
I'm a nasty nigga, might slide and roll
Fly your girl out to Miami
Sent her back home like they done LeBron
I ain't tripping if you ain't tripping, party hard 'till he calls the law
Got my own house so I can throw you out
I got my own blood so I ain't putting it out
This is my car and I can smoke it out
Got my own money and like four accounts
Bought my own bottles so I can pour it out
Got my own shooters and they scoping out
Bought my bitch an ass, now it's poking out
If she throw it back then I'mma throw her out
My condo money don't fold out, wild all out
Hoes out, let's roll out, funeral when I go south
Girl, your mouth got the kind of brain I don't know about
I never changed, I'm so South, big chains and a gold mouth
I'm rollin out
[Hook x2]
Bring My Bottles lyrics - G-Unit
[Tony Yayo:]
You in this VIP and you ain't spending no money get the fuck out. We need them bottles. Sparkle something
[50 Cent:]
Say you ballin', boy, we gon' need the proof
We be two steppin', mix the Effen with the juice
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Shorty think I'm trickin' cause she got a pair of shoes
I was just stuntin', man, this bitch here confused
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
[Young Buck:]
Fuck you know 'bout bustin' down a brick?
Your main ho always think that you around a bitch
Picked up a pack and I ain't look back since '96
Since then I've been addicted to designer shit
Chopper in the parkin' lot, I'm tryna find a lick
Come up on a thousand pounds, that's my kind of rich
Independent, I don't need no nigga with me
I do everything quickly, don't believe me? Ask 50
I got game for these hoes, can't no broke bitch trick me
And can fit a hundred bands in these navy blue Dickies
[Hook - Young Buck/Tony Yayo:]
I pull up and my car ain't got no roof
All these bitches say that I'm the truth
I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
[Young Buck:]
Hundred bottles with the sparklers, light it up
Bottles in the air, fuck them niggas buyin' cups
Louis the 13th, I drink rich nigga shit
Turn one into two quick, I do tricks with the bricks
Extra clip on my hip, all my niggas with the shits
It's the Unit in this bitch, I'm 50 rich, now who you with?
G-Unit, lazy niggas don't want to pop no bottles
Yayo keep sayin', "Nigga, what's a thousand dollars"
She must don't plan on stayin' if she don't swallow
DM'd her friend on Instagram and told that bitch to holler
Dopeboy, bitch, I ain't playin', I fuck with guala
And I don't fuck with rappers, bein' honest
I fuck with them strippers, be at Onyx
Them starlets and them les hoes, your bitch is garbage
Them King of Diamond bitches, ain't they gorgeous?
Drop head Phantom and I'm sittin' on Forgi's
[Hook]
[Tony Yayo:]
It's the Unit, man. We back. Young Buck. Cashville, Ten-a-key, nigga. Yeah
Doper Than My Last One lyrics - G-Unit
[Lloyd Banks:]
Dope-doper than my last one
[Hook - Lloyd Banks:]
I roll up 'till the cash come
I'm on my cool shit, new bitch, doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my last one
I got loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my last one, dope-doper than my last one
[Lloyd Banks:]
War, spoiled, listen, all my props in order
Take me down, good with old green
He ballin', pocket lawyer new town, now tally more cream
You're a borderline performer nightmares
Mixed with my tall dreams
My songs are like a porno, all I got is my word and my soul
My style a half man, convertible gold
Got bitches jumping off the vertical
Oh, thought I forgot?
You dissed me when I wasn't hot
I guess you miss me now
Bitch, you see me, don't flip your frown
The rich get richer, you skip the needy, they strip you down
Your name graffiti, go get my CD, I'll lift the town
Now probably amazing, ain't no winner promise
Generous summers lead the club with all the strippers on us
How can it be I made a pepper promise
My game a cannon, blow your chick Bahamas
And pet pajamas, time as real as it can get, don't find us
You have official problems
An immediate response to all the shit you hollin'
[Hook]
[Lloyd Banks:]
Player blood, freezin', keep my name out trophy season
Fuck is niggas thinking matching me up, won't be even
And I sound like where I'm from, don't gotta freeload off a region
I deebo all the seasons, snakes and leaches only feedin'
Speeding till you crash and burn
Reckless in this white man's world, no blacks concerned
This dose label reality
I'm on the prowl, but get too close taking your battery
Me and my power pen against the world won't rattle me
You been clouded
Thought to gossip me, ain't care about it
I believe the game'll switch to make emcees all fear the profit
Gotta do my own addiction in the V inhaling chocolate
Spit the sickest flow, the inscription clips are hard narcotic
Money standing by the hobbit
We managed, ran back out of product
The hottest topic, killing shit, don't know how to stop it
The pie is lit, you ho for chromo you a Bozo really
Gun sign in your photo like you gon' go nilly
[Hook]
Boy Boy lyrics - G-Unit
[Tony Yayo:]
Tougher than leather, nigga. I'm tougher than an African kid running bare-foot in the gullies, nigga.
Know what I'm saying? Tough. OG now, nigga. Yeah. Yeah
[Tony Yayo:]
To all living things around me
Cash rules everything around me
Your music is unenthusiastic
My jewelry glow in the dark
Scorpio from Serbia, catch you in traffic
20-round clip, curved magazine
And you could leave the Earth over small, little things
John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing
And you ain't do shit when them things start to ring
South side, we outside, niggas kill, son
They'll Seattle Seahawk you, throwing bullets like Wilson
[Young Buck:]
White sheets cover his feet, Ku Klux Klan'ed your man
Left him in the streets, strap in his left hand
The thought of even coming around here was a death plan
And if a nigga cosign that he a "yes man"
Shoot the fuck out of a fuck nigga, I'm all fucked up
So loser, I lose, the dice game getting stuck up
When shit real you get killed around here, it's not a big deal
Load her out, nigga, use my big bitch for a shield
(You know I'm saying?) Thank you for real
[Hook - 50 Cent:]
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
When your mouth to be shooting
You find out that we been shooting all along
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
You get caught without that Ruger
We put hot shit through you then we gone
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me catch you slipping, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
[Tony Yayo:]
My money up when them mills come
LA Reid with the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son
Wise time fly by, I'm an OG, bad bitch with double D's
Nigga, Jordan couldn't palm these, feel the breeze
Wrap 'em in satin, they be gone by the morning
Federal subpoenas while SWATs kick the doors in
Fuck up the sheets, the electric tapes to your door though
I show that bitch how to breathe under water
Excuse moi, French bitches bending over
Snatch 'em out the whip, throw 'em in the Range Rover
Snitches and phones, catch the 30 piece from the jewelry
[?] why they texting 'bout [?] body
Frank Lucas put flowers on bunk graves every Tuesday
That's loyalty and don't listen to everything your lawyer say
Red dot, surgery with the laser
Have a nigga missing like that plane from Malaysia
[Kidd Kidd:]
Fo' fo's, long nose is Gonzo's
Hundred rounds, drum on the K, that's bongos
Running your mouth with deadly convos, I clap like, "bravo"
Bend back for the I call, nigga, huh
You pussy niggas think you got nine lives
I'mma make sure I stick you more than nine times
With that ice pick I'm a cold killer
You tucking your tail and growing whiskers, rat nigga
[Hook]
Choose One lyrics - G-Unit
[Hook - Young Buck:]
All I see is dead people
Come through the hood, niggas starving
If you ain't tryna pay what I'm charging
All I see is dead people
I ain't doing no arguing
No deals, I ain't giving no bargains
My Glock 9 give you 16 ways to die - choose one
Give it to ya how you want it
My .45 give you 32 ways to die - choose one
It's shoot 'em up bang, bang, shit, we still on it, nigga
[Lloyd Banks:]
Every day a star's rising
It ain't no love here, but your heart's [?]
Soul's slipping, sparks flying
Masterpieces is an art dying
Crime release, we break apart lying
Me and them, the [?] crying
Tears of joys heal a real McCoy
Bury your worries, don't wonder who rides for ya
Know yourself, relax and study
Bloody your uniform, no rest, keep moving on
Anybody who do you wrong, wrong turn, it's on
[Young Buck:]
Somebody chain got took, somebody life got lost
Somebody water not working, somebody lights cut off
I watched my partner OD in '03 in front of me
Took the plea, went on a spree, damn near did the whole ki
Paranoid, nose dirty, 'bout to go for them thirty
You keep saying he's hurting, now all his homies is worried
Second-guessing this gangster, they don't know what he said
They don't know what he told, but now you know that he dead
[Hook]
[Tony Yayo:]
I'm in them trenches like I'm a marine sniper in his Gillie suit
HK, SK, turn niggas vegetable
Live past 22 like climbing Mount Everest with one shoe or flip-flop
Middle finger to the opp'
Bacon, egg and cheese at my clip from last night
Smoking, think about that drama from last night
Emotion in your mind, love and hate cause casualty
These old dogs wack in that cave mentality
[Kidd Kidd:]
Dope boy salary, block ground athlete
Move so much weight I lost a couple calories
The palms sells the size of deep batteries
Get hit like Jay Rock when that fat nigga squeeze
My homie Kenny Booth doing life over 8 racks
He broke down in court when they played the tape back
I’m from Mazant, 6 shots, I ate that
Now I won't pay back, let my kids slay that
[Hook]
EP: The Beauty Of Independence (2014)
- Watch Me
- I Don't Fuck With You
- Digital Scale
- Dead A Pussy Nigga
- Changes
- The Plug
- Ease Up (Best Buy Bonus Track)
- Big Body Benz (Best Buy Bonus Track)
Watch Me lyrics - G-Unit
[Intro: 50 Cent]
G-Unit in the house
[Hook: Young Buck]
I got 'em watchin' me
Look how I'm movin'
I got 'em watchin' me
Look what I'm doin' (hol' up now)
They watchin' me
I keep it movin'
And since they watchin' me
This how I'm doin'
Rock and rollin' on 'em
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
100 bottles, give me every bottle in this bitch
Where she at?
I want every model in this bitch
Blow the check, these hoes wanna know just who I am
Takin' pictures, trynna do it for they Instagram
Presidential Roley, bezel got them big boogers
Fuck the home, shout-out to the real cookers
Gold chains, couple Audemars and Cartiers
We charter Lears; these hoes know the party here
[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
Blowin on that killa kill, neck on chilly-chill
Baby, let me get a feel; show me that it's really real
Bad bitch from Cashville, met her up in Club Liv
Don't care who you man is, long as he ain't up in here
Ain't nothin' changed, still the same ol' two-step
I don' had some A-1 hoes, and a few Fs
I done order bottles, 100 bottles and got two left
Somebody got bust upside the head, G-Unit there
[Hook: Young Buck]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Hol' up, I think I love these hoes
A nigga trynna fuck 'em all
I'm lit up in this bitch, ballin'
I would blow it boy
No suckers in my section
Oh no, no, no, my shit legit
You niggas get to flexin'
Bitch and I will get ya hit
I got a paper route
A nigga gettin' plenty bread
Oyster perpetual
You niggas know what time it is
Stance like a b-boy
Just like a d-boy
Yeah, I'm a g, boy
You know it's me, boy
[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, I think I'm gon' remain reclined and count
So many girls, it take a hour for me to shout 'em out
The coupe foreign, the shit I hit been super borin'
Dog, I'm sharp as hundreds with the blue tan on 'em
Shit a phenomenon, I kept my promise
Respect and honest, the grind bought off a neck of diamonds
Shinin', plenty tried, don't got the timing
Bet he out there island hopping
And your lost still in the thousands
[Verse 5: Tony Yayo]
Bottles of Clicquot
Smokin' hookah with eight hoes
Five angel heads on my neck, all froze
Enter visions, interpretations
Watch with your ears
I bought the last watch in the lear
Ask Jacob, ask David, ask Eric the Jeweller
Ask 'Beth in Jersey when I bought my first Muller
I got 'em watchin' me
With the yatch Master Rolly on
In that new Rolls Royce with the top gone
[Hook: Young Buck]
I Don't Fuck With You lyrics - G-Unit
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Don't wanna talk to you
Don't know you
Don't know how you know my name
I got a reputation of police chasing
You a bitch; I let it bang
Nigga, you keep talkin'; I keep walkin'
Fuck around 'til the heat talkin'
Then it's your coffin
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)
Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
I don't fuck with you, and you know it, show it
4-deep whips, stolen, rollin'
Fo'-five, I tote it, blow it
Leave your head split open, swollen
Now it's all in your noggin, poppin'
Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rockin'
Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the feds come knockin'
Drop it, Man they plottin' on my drug house
Man, I hope they don't run in before I run out
I'm runnin' out, I don't know who to trust now
No dap, hugs, or "what's ups" now
I don't fuck around with the fuck arounds
You see me, get the fuck from 'round me
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
I don't talk, texts
I don't off bets
I don't fuck with niggas ain't from the set
I'm from the projects
Surprised you ain't got robbed yet
I really don't do no conversatin', no call waitin'
I know ya'll hatin'; I'm cool with it
On probation with no patience
I hop out and act a fool with it
Fuck who did it
If you with it, then you get it
Two to your fitted
I don't fuck with none of ya'll anyway
Your funeral could be any day
Ever since I said send the Yay'
You fuck niggas been' in the way
I'm just doin' what 50 say
Puttin' a hundred rounds in the K
Buck
[Hook: 50 Cent]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
My four-five, I grip it, grip it
Work chef, and I'll whip it, whip it
Four days, and I'll flip it, flip it
Front off a meal ticket, ticket
Hoes wanna come kick it, kick it
Heard a nigga will trick it, pick it
Up after we throw it, throw it
Big money, we blow it
That gangsta shit, we did it, get it
Still do; we ain't new to it
Boy, I ain't never gon' tell on me
You bitch nigga, bet you do
You talk a lot
Niggas around here don't say much
Niggas around here don't play much
Soon as shit pop, they blame us
Cause the money ain't never go'n' change us
[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
A lot of gun talk in the streets
But real recognize real beef
And real soldiers get the mission accomplished
Never slippin', steady grippin', killin' for nonsense
Sideline hatin', backbitin haters
Catch you in your car like them red-light cameras
Green light, what?
Green light, woo
My money cause a fuckin' Holocaust
I green-light you
[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
Digital Scale lyrics - G-Unit
[Hook x2: Tony Yayo]
I put my coke on a digital scale
I put my weed on a digital scale
I put my dope on a digital scale
It's time to re-up what my scale read
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
We got eightballs, sevens, fourteens, and Oz's
Sixty-two eights of that raw, imported keys
Half of chicken whole chicken
Niggas got to cop 'n' go, yo
I said you niggas got to cop 'n' go
This is like fast food, nigga
May I take your order?
I require nothin' cookin' but bakin' soda 'n' water - ice, cold
That's crack inside that Pyrex
We get the work, then move the work
The pressure we apply next
Every now and then, a nigga set-trip
I8 BMW; I'm electric
Keep that hammer around me in case shit get hectic
Shit pop off when I'm rhymin', I protect it
Fuck around
[Hook x2: Tony Yayo]
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Hand me that plastic bag right there, Yayo
Baggin' up half a brick
My lawyer sittin' on the couch
He said it's cool, Buck; I swear I won't open my mouth
(I weigh a bag on the triple-beam scale)
I'm all kushed out, coke under my (fingernail)
My uncle been playin' with that powder, and I can tell
You know that crack smell, and he lookin' all frail
My sister need bail; she just caught the weed sell
Now the feds on her trail
I just got the email
Shit crazy, but I'm still cookin' up babies
Hookin' up my niggas daily with this dope
Get out and get some, nigga
Can't pay me if you broke, no
Let a nigga hang himself - just give him enough rope
I get it fresh out the boat
[Hook x2: Tony Yayo]
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
Numbers don't lie; scales don't either
Every time you out, fiends wanna reach ya
Out with some bitches, fiends wanna call
In the club with my niggas, fiends wanna call
When I'm waitin' on them, man they never call
The life of a hustler in a nutshell
G-5 eatin' snakes, soup and raw fish
Snakes see the Ray Phantom off of raw fish
My main bitch is like Bonnie Parker
My side bitch is like Clyde Barrow
They start to shoot you up shit's creek without a paddle
[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]
They roll up and smoke you like Kumar and Harold
Catch 'em in the whip like Caine cousin, Harold
My nigga flippin' on his P.O. cause he can't travel
You owe me, I take your child for collateral
Gun wave, hello
Shots echo
Won't save money - switch to gecko
You known from the get-go
I ain't 'bout to let nobody play with my green
When they coward belly yellow
Polka-dot carbine on your chest, screamin' "hold on"
Hold on
You see my face and let go
I'm from the N.O.; better check the death toll
You was playin' Casanova
Cookin' bitches casserole
I was on the ave with O's, me and red taggin' toes
On the Greyhound bus
Pounds in my baggy clothes
Huh
[Hook x2: Tony Yayo]
Dead A Pussy Nigga lyrics - G-Unit
[Hook: Tony Yayo (50 Cent) x2]
I dead a pussy nigga on some good word [x3]
(You a bitch nigga, we take your shit, nigga)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Everything you a see nigga got, we took it
The block, we took it, your spot, we took it
Every time you think a nigga not lookin'
Nigga, I'm lookin', I send my niggas to book him
We'll dead a pussy nigga on the work
Go 'head, nigga, get a little heart, get murked
Bitch, I be ridin' with the cobra on my lap loaded
Try the fuck shit, a nigga will snap and tote it
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Boy, don't get bodied, niggas dying over nothin'
Brand new Bent, fuck around and bring the trunk in
We gon' boguard, I got all my niggas chosen
And that little shit enough, we don't need a bigger motive
Got a to-do move the party with me more
Pullin' up, peelin' off like it's stolen
Two o's on the meter, ain't no tellin' where I'm going
'Cept full speed ahead, we'll be slowing down for nothin'
[Interlude:]
There's a material witness of an aggravated battery
Uh, with a handgun and, uh, they believe, uh
Looks like we have retaliation, uh -
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
Got work, that ain't even what I'm mad at
You a pussy nigga, you ain't 'posed to have that
Give me the dope and the dough
And your life, you could have that
I'll let my young niggas share that
Line yo' ass up like a fresh cut
Lot of niggas gon' pass if they test us
Open armed black funeral dressed up
Yayo in the cut with the TEC up
[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
We get it poppin', my strap have 'em floppin' like LeBron
Teflon don, rollie on my arm, southside bomb
Spit the Gemstar out and your face gone
My rap lines is the bomb like napalm
Las Vegas in the Cosmo, bad blonde
As brolic Scarlett Johansson
Fuck her with my Maison Margielas on
Ten years in the game, runnin' marathons
Disloyal niggas got they Halloween mask on
Solo dolo in the Stingray, get my mash on
Hundred horses in the engine, rev the stallions
[Interlude]
[Verse 5: Young Buck]
Take the hit, I get paid first
I use the clip with the curb when the K burst
But I'mma pop this nigga on some good work
A couple pills, lean and some good herb
I got a body on it, do anybody want it?
I'll take you right to the hood and get rid of this bitch
Silencer on it, FBI most wanted
If I find out you snitchin', it'll really get you hit
[Hook]
Changes lyrics - G-Unit
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
All I'm hearing is Jimmy want my shit to flop, Dre don't care if I blow
God damn, all this from fucking selling headphones
Chris died, Theo didn't show up to a nigga wake
Which indicates the team I thought we built, it was fucking fake
Barry's drunk, Barry dump, Barry's in the pen again
I'm back at the drawing board, somebody call Eminem
These days can't believe what you hear on the street
That nigga said he owns the team, he only on the seat
That's fool's gold we sold you, you fools, I watch you buy it
What's this here some kind of new hustle, I might try it
This flow got us all put on so I know I'm nice
(Fucking with the wrong bitches got me cold as ice)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
These niggas'll change on you
I can't keep count of how many times I done watched them change on me
Now they hate everything I do
I can’t help but win, I’m a winner, nigga, you changed on me
[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
Guess I gotta stop posting all this money on Instagram
They welcome you with open arms and open hands
I ain't rich like 50, I just know the man
Red emoji faces in your text, I know you mad
Pitch me a few dollars, more than sure you can
When you balling the world's on your shoulder pads
I don't owe you nothing, they busting, you ain't bang back
You never fronted me nothing I couldn't bring back
They gave dap, now they saying you never gave back
You never gave me nothing I couldn't pay back
Now you talking to the FEDs because you ain't fed
Give a nigga a foot, they want your whole leg
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
Fuck what he said, tell 'em get his own bread
If niggas got a problem (that's a code red)
That's when niggas pull up with long dreads
Bumbaclot, man, shooting at your forehead
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]
They say family's first, but family is the first to get you hurt
And these hoes even worse, all these riches is a gift..
[Verse 5: Lloyd Banks]
..and a curse
Hate running all through the tree, thought they be rooting for me
Backstabbing, lies stacking, the truth is gorey
Forever holding on the grudges from my early struggles
They see you go out and get it then want it from you
Say you'll never be a winner, show up at your parade
Outside showing you smiles, inside hoping it fades
Rather be low now, money over the stage
Sanity over fame, eye-candy calling your name
But it changes, their love is dangerous
Fog up your aim, there's a million ways to hit them cages
Shit's contagious, forget my favors
I'm outta here, flipping pages
You slipping backwards going with all the other actors
[Verse 6: Tony Yayo]
The limelight is hot, I ain't ask to be here
The money and the power make problems disappear
People change like the weather
I weather the storm until it's better
And these fake ass niggas wanna shake my hand
Instagram hoes backstage with fans
And the snakes in the grass ain't a part of my plan
Stab me in my back and they say I changed
[Hook]
[Outro: Young Buck]
Some of you motherfuckers changed for the worse though
Some niggas change for the better
Some bitches'll just never change
Some of these hoes'll never change, man, yo
The Plug lyrics - G-Unit
[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
If y'all niggas need straps, then get at me
I'm the plug
Well, if you need that, then get at me
I'm the plug
Dope, coke, crack, man get at me
I'm the plug
Holla when you need it; my price you can't beat it
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
We move the work like it's water
Stuff a quarter in your daughter
Cash flow like the Nile
I mean like right across the border
You to get it; I got it
If I ain't got it, I get it
Fill your spot up with product
I got the straps for your hitters
Look here, my price is my price
Fuck is ya estimate nigga
Figure you bite the bullet, I bang it
Get to bustin', it's nothin'
Wave it, blaze it
Hit the bullseye; I don't graze shit
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
AP around me lately
C-notes serenade me
The smell made me crazy
Product of the Eighties
Numero uno
I'm out a legendary group ho
My souls too cold
They blocking me, I found a loophole
I'm new gold
I got a couple dimes from Panama
I make a little girl out an amazon
Run on me, I'm squeezin' like an anacon'
Then I'm gone, years from now I bet my power steer my lawn
[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
I believe I was born to ball
Penetrate the pussy, unless it smell like old tennis balls
I'm a rapper; I got a problem being punctual
A mill at 26 these other rappers, man, they got the gall
To even think they on my level
Sports-Illustrated model all in my condo
Ice in the pot
In the trap, I'm Sir Mix-a-Lot
'Bout to spend a mill on a car lot
[Verse 4: Young Buck]
Streets dried up
Get tied up for small packs
Niggas workin'
Phone wired up, don't call back
I'm a surgeon; I put shit back together
I determined to bring my black MAC wherever
Niggas lurkin'; this ain't the place to be
Fuck a hit
Niggas'll blow up your face for free
Sunday sermon, preacher keep on facin' me
It's like every word he sayin' just relates to me
[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
[Verse 5: Kidd Kidd]
G-Unit gorilla
Cocaine car wheeler
50 grand cash to the car dealer
Bragging on what you bought get you raw quicker
Tap you on the shoulder like take this walk, nigga
I fought every tall nigga
Short temper
Tougher than leather cut from a different cloth, nigga
You ain't a boss you can afford to pay the costs, nigga
Get caught, I was taught to never talk nigga
Ease Up lyrics - G-Unit
[Hook - 50 Cent x2:]
Y'all niggas better ease up
Cause I ain't for the sucka shit
Better figure out who you're fuckin' with
Hoes down, G's up
Don't get me on my other shit
Cause then we get to shootin' and cuttin' shit
[Young Buck:]
I've done been caught slippin', had to take the bullets out myself
Bite down on this bandana and hold my breath
Almost killed me, a couple more inches to the left
And I'd be out of here, finally get my chance to see death
Meanwhile I'm healin' up on Popular Hill
Gettin' head in the VA, they got your bitch on the film
I got to bust a couple heads with my nigga Soulja Slim
Talked to C-Murder, he 'bout to come home from the pen
[Kidd Kidd:]
And when he come home, I might be the one that's goin' in
Just hit your block last week, this week I'm goin' again
You don't know who you fuckin' with, I'm the one they come and get
You know what you gonna get, I don't know which gun to get
You ain't ever shoot nothin', got shot at
Shot back, pull the stock back, gave his waves a stockin' cap
I'm 'bout that, I'm gettin' the chopper right now
I know where Buck hide 'em at
[Hook x2]
[50 Cent:]
I've been with the bullshit, niggas sayin' I'm slippery
[?] my car door, them niggas wasn't hittin' me
Niggas say they aired me out, boy you hit the stop signs
Said you tried to take my head off, you better stop lyin'
I take a nigga's work, murk, all I do is diss
All I, all I do is diss, all you, all you do is miss
I'm my town, boy I'm what they wanna talk about
I show a country nigga quick what New York about
City slicker, slick nigga talkin' slick shit
The slick kinda nigga niggas better stick with
If they're tryna eat, out there on the street
Pop shit, pop a nigga, watch a nigga leak
[Hook x2]
[Tony Yayo:]
Chuck Norris vs. Bruce Lee, in the kitchen chop a ki
Money comin' in, ain't no time for sleep
Blunt look like a twig, one hand on a cig
Stashbox for the pigs, yah dig
So your claim to fame is puttin' work in
I'm on the Cayman Islands gettin' brains like a surgeon
In solitary pursuits, and nothin' but the fuckin' door
If niggas ribs touchin', kick [?]
[Lloyd Banks:]
Fuck outta here with all that money shit, ya' scrambling still
Foot 'em, let the damage build, 357 cannonfield
Realest on the planet, still, steal a nigga just because
[?] yo he don't mean it, yes he does
Bimmer leanin' hefty drugs, I hope you niggas rest in pain
Peel 'em off a rind of piss, my feelings gone since I was 6
I steal a corner, rocky wrist
I hear you're boring, I'm convinced
I was born to double dead presidents
[Hook x2]
Big Body Benz lyrics - G-Unit
[Kidd Kidd:]
Remember when nigga used to pay bingo? Like yo man, bingo man, that's my call for real
[Kidd Kidd:]
Killers don't have no conscience, blat, won't think about it
Trap up in them houses, rats, they Mickey Mouses
Gats up in their trousers
Ma came in and gave me a slap
Said she found all that crack under her couches
I can't sleep, Fred Kruger in my dreams
Call niggas a machines, all ya'll work for me
And I'd rather work a triple beam than at Burger King
Rob you for your bling bling, give me all your ching ching
Flip your pockets from your jeans, make sure I got everything
Before I leave, life's a bitch, and we just havin' a fling
Man this chrome is like a phone, better answer it when it rings
Let it ring 'til it click, empty clip
You can smell me and see I've been through some shit
With my clique
M-Zone, Rida Gang, now these hoes gon' ride the dick
It's because of street fame these bitches know what it is
They gone say I'm doing my thing when I pull up in that six
Lord knows
[Hook x2 - Kidd Kidd (50 Cent):]
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz
Big body Benz, big body Benz
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz, big body Benz
(And a clean set of rims)
[50 Cent:]
Pushin' coke and bought them Regals and them large DeVilles
Then they got them vapor bitches, I'm like this for real?
Me, I want that big Benz with the emblem in the grill
Start packin' the steel, lettin' niggas know the deal
I want that shit so bad, start thinkin' 'who I got to kill?'
That's how a nigga feel when we out there in the field
That Glock was pumpin', paper comin', how can niggas chill?
Barrel [?] gold teeth, put gold all in my grill
Shoot out shit, I rob your bitch, I use her as a shield
Shit look at the wheels, whooo, look at the wheels
Chrome two piece Lorenzos got me lookin' like a mil
Peace called, if you wanna talk then later we can build
[Hook x2]
[Lloyd Banks:]
Sittin' back in my new AMG, smokin' with 2 thou' 15
Golden wrist, few pounds of green
Park this shit, shoot down your teams
Now it seems, oh so clear through Beams
Oh so dope, I lean
Fuck you mean? Lucky that you breathe
Choke the leaf
Focus through my new designer lens
Tell her not her friends
Beaucoup dollars spent, new jewels line 'em in
Too cool time to win, I'm on top again
You gon' chop me off and 'scuse me out
Bullshit you about, front, them Rugers out
Face the sword, no risk, no reward
Peace talk won't go nowhere, gets ignored
Price you can't afford, white man at your courts
Get you more, right here like before
Seen it all my life shit end like this
Come back filthy rich, still not guilty, bitch
[Hook x2]
[Kidd Kidd:]
Nigga nah mean? Dreams, street dreams, yah feel me? Free PJ, free my lil' homie Chucky, yah know I'm sayin'?
Straight up and down, man. Free my nigga [?] just caught 10, yah feel that? Damn, shit real, man.
We just was all real niggas man, just out here chasin' our dreams, man.
Everybody wanna be fly, everybody wanna live flashy. You know I'm sayin'?
It's all about feedin' the fam, man. Straight up and down, so we gon' do whatever it takes to get it
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