Skit - Duets 2 lyrics - G-Unit
[Narrator]
If you liked the Ja Rule Duets album, you'll flip when you hear his new album, Ja Rule Duets 2. Ja Rule has gone back in the studio with his CD player to bring you new, old hits like this:
[Ja Rule - Michelle Branch "Everywhere":]
You're everywhere to me (to me)
And when I close my eyes it's you (ah) I see (I see)
You're everything I know that (yeah) makes me believe (me believe)
I'm not alone (ah) I'm not alone (check it)
(What would I be without you? Ah)
[Narrator]
And this:
[Ja Rule - Enrique Iglesias "Hero":]
I can be your hero, baby (hero, ah)
I can kiss away the pain (I can kiss you, baby baby)
[Narrator:]
And if you order now you'll get this special bonus track:
[Ja Rule - "Put It On Me":]
So baby girl, put it on me
Where would I be without you? Where would I be without you?
(Sing it with myself)
I only think about you, what you seeing is true
(Uh, yeah, holla)
I know you're tired of being lonely, I need you by to hold me
(That's me)
So baby girl, put it on me, I will, I will
(That's me in the background, hit it)
Where would I be without you? Where would I be without you?
I only think about you, what you seeing is true
[Narrator:]
That's right, a Rule Duets with himself. Ja Rule Duets 2 - order now
Bang Bang lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
Yeah. G-Unit, nigga. 50 Cent. You heard me. Irv, homie, I can't believe you let that nigga talk, you fat cupcake-eating motherfucker. I fuck you up, nigga. Fucking punk-ass niggas. Don't nobody respect you, nigga. You 'preme son, nigga. Motherfuckers been getting extorted since day one. It's all kind of bitch in you. Chinese. Spanish. Black. White
[Tony Yayo:]
I got X, meth and slabs and cocaine
So the Feds want to search us like Arabs boarding a plane
I'm in the Range switching lanes
Reminiscing on cans of sardines
[Lloyd Banks:]
... and car dreams
I'll burn an unfamiliar bun
Got a shotgun like Elmer Fudd
Gotta let off and leave you in hella blood
Mom hip to the game, two ice chips in the chain
A few nights skipped on the plane
With two white chicks getting brain
[50 Cent:]
Bang bang from big heaters, hundred dollar sneakers
Two-seaters, two meters
[Lloyd Banks:]
... and a bundle of haze
It's enough to last fourteen days
Eat where they sell lobster
My eyes planning like Pharrel's partner
[Tony Yayo:]
Nigga, respect me like your father when it come to drama
I put the llama to your mama and beat her like a piñata
[50 Cent:]
Nigga, I've been hotter since '97
You've been begging the fifth cake like a kung-fu legend
One blue seven, what's popping, nigga?
[Tony Yayo:]
Different day, same shit
[Lloyd Banks:]
Well, what you copping, nigga?
[Tony Yayo:]
X case, more bricks
[Lloyd Banks:]
Shit, you wind up dead-sleeping, so why turn soft?
Straight bullets'll burn a nigga sideburns off
[Tony Yayo:]
I got a model with a sick ass
Bagged her on Fifth Ave
I fucked her all for a hot dog and a playoff Knicks pass
[50 Cent:]
Now we shopping in the malls on the West Coast
And as far as pussy
[Lloyd Banks:]
... I've been through more walls than asbestos
[Tony Yayo:]
So let's toast and have a sex on the beach
These niggas quoting my lines like I'm Martin Luther King speech
[50 Cent:]
Remember Patrice? She looked like Kelis
Met her in club [?] and caught her eyeing my piece
[Lloyd Banks:]
And with all the birds at the show
I had to go and fuck the crazy hoe
Call on Hot 97 'cause she know I'm on the radio
Crazy bitch
[50 Cent:]
Yeah. Ja, you little, Stuart Little-looking motherfucker. I catch you I'll break your motherfucking neck, nigga. The only way [?] your little pals, you little faggot. I know the styles you been fucking too, you nigga, I pay you the fifty thousand. Check my album out, nigga, February 11th. [?] talk, you little bitch. Tried to jump on us like it was a promotional stunt. Seven days before your album drop, huh? You little bitch. Order protection. From who? From who I need to order protection from, nigga? You little... oh, man. You motherfuckers, man. You niggas is gonna make this a lot of fun for me
If You Want It lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
It's no secret, you know that
A nigga want to fuck
No time for playing games, I'm saying, mane
Don't you tell me what's up
Baby, if you want it
That money, you can have it
But you got to fuck me now
Fuck me now, baby
If you want it
Baby, if you want it
That money, you can have it
But you got to fuck me now
Fuck me now, baby
If you want it
Sike, we don't buy pussy, bitch
This ain't Murder Inc., this is G-Unit
We got hoes from coast to coast to stash the toast
I dare you approach, I kill if provoked
Jeff, you a joke, the fact that your stroke is on my album
Paid him fifty thousand
He told me how he tickled your ass, you fruit pop
You sing like you in love, you homo thug
The X make you feel like a don, you Elton John
Baby, if you want it
That money, you can have it
But you got to fuck me now
Fuck me now, baby
If you want it
Baby, if you want it
That money, you can have it
But you got to fuck me now
Fuck me now, baby
If you want it
[Lloyd Banks:]
I play the club with a cup full of Hennessey
Nah, that bitch ain't my girl
It's just whenever I'm around she pretend to be
Look, I don't dance much
I'm in the club with the toast
If you wondering why I'm pulling my pants up
Come alone, niggas might ruin your day
Cause we throwing elbows while you doing the shake
After the party I'm on the fence pissing
Just because I like french fries don't mean I like french kissing
Bitch
[50 Cent:]
Baby, if you want it
That money, you can have it
But you got to fuck me now
Fuck me now, baby
If you want it
Baby, if you want it
That money, you can have it
But you got to fuck me now
Fuck me now, baby
If you want it
[Tony Yayo:]
Yo, when the sun go down and your ho ain't home
She with the G-Unit getting her freak on
My NY shorty be on some jealous shit
But my L.A. bitch take that color shit serious
I live on the tour bus, and party on the plane
I got hoes from Hawaii to motherfucking Spain
We can creep in the truck on the low from your man
Cause all I want to do is get my nuts out the sand
[50 Cent:]
Baby, if you want it
That money, you can have it
But you got to fuck me now
Fuck me now, baby
If you want it
Baby, if you want it
That money, you can have it
But you got to fuck me now
Fuck me now, baby
If you want it
Skit - Duets 3 lyrics - G-Unit
[Narrator:]
If you love Ja Rule Duets 1 and 2 - and how could you not? - then you'll love Ja Rule Duets 3. Ja Rule is so hot right now everybody wants to record with him, or at least, re-record with him. On Duets 3, you'll get this:
[Ja Rule - Shakira "Whenever, Wherever":]
Whenever (whenever), wherever (wherever)
We're meant to be together
(What you say?)
I'll be there and you'll be near
(Holla)
And that's the deal, my dear (uh)
(What would I be without you?)
Thereover, hereunder
[Narrator:]
And this:
[Ja Rule - Nickleback "How You Remind Me":]
This is how (this is how) you remind me (remind me) of (of) what I really am (am)
This is how (you) you remind me (me) of what I really am (holla)
It's not like you to...
[Narrator:]
This is the song that proves nobody gets the party started like Ja Rule:
[Ja Rule - P! nk "Get The Party Started":]
I'm coming up so you better get this party started
(To all my people, we be living in a - hey)
[Narrator:]
Ja Rule, Duets 3. If you order now you'll also get this bonus masterpiece:
[Ja Rule - No Doubt "Hey Baby":]
All the boys say, "hey baby, hey baby, hey" (uh)
Girls say, girls say, "hey baby, hey baby, hey"
(Ja Rule say)
Hey, baby
(He put it on me - holla)
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
Boys say, the boys say, "hey baby, hey baby, hey"
All the boys get the girls in the back (back)
[Ja Rule - Narrator:]
Ja Rule, Duets 3. It'll make you holla. (Holla)
Cross My Path lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
I should've warned you not to cross my path
Now I'm finna get in your ass
Yeah, nigga, you know I got the hood on smash
Your reign on top, it's over that fast
[Tony Yayo:]
[?] is conflict, and beef is war
You can die on the humble when you reach the [?]
So my vest is level three and my car is level four
That's a bulletproof Lex' with a 200-pound door
Got too many issues, too many pistols
Smack till your leg of, we attack like pitbulls
Ja fake 2Pac, screaming out, "Illuminati"
The same nigga getting smacked on freshman Friday
[50 Cent:]
I should've warned you not to cross my path
Now I'm finna get in your ass
Yeah, nigga, you know I got the hood on smash
Your reign on top, it's over that fast
[Lloyd Banks:]
Pretty soon you have to pawn your Rol' and your platinum ring
Cause you keep going gold like Aladdin king
Wouldn't buy a nigga bootleg if you like me
'Cause I ain't trying to hear that bullshit like Spike Lee
I'm out of sight, B, Long Island iced tea
Timberlands, white tee, both arms icely
We got enough money today even if they don't listen
I'll pop in the drop [?]
[50 Cent:]
I should've warned you not to cross my path
Now I'm finna get in your ass
Yeah, nigga, you know I got the hood on smash
Your reign on top, it's over that fast
These stones'll break my bones, but words'll never hurt me
Niggas who say they gon' murk me never put in work, B
Pop that shit
You got pistols, but you never pop that shit
You just running your lips
Put my gun on your lip, pop off, leave all your fucking teeth chipped
That's when you realize you in deep shit
But keep running your yap until your frame is mangled
Three hoes and the nigga look like Charlie's Angels
You not a murderer. Nah, you not a murderer, nigga. I'ma dig deep in your ass, you faggot. I'ma stop saying that shit 'cause I know you like that kind of shit. Fucking fruity-ass nigga. But I got something for you, nigga. Special delivery, nigga. Semi-autos, motherfucker
I Smell Pussy lyrics - G-Unit
Son you smell that? What's that?
I smell pussy. Is that you Irv?
I smell pussy. Is that you Ja?
I smell pussy. Is that you Black?
I smell pussy. Is that you Tah?
Y'all niggas is pussy
I'm ballin' now nigga now watch me (watch me)
Ain't nothin' you can do to stop me (stop Me)
You niggas get so emotional (emotional)
You remind me of my bitch.
It's not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe,
But she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her)
My old relations just make it harder for me to except her....
as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and)
I'm not at home she's thinkin' that I'm not alone probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street
I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin to tie her up but see
it's hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me mami
I'm not your regular nigga I know the game (I know the game)
But I don't play by the rules I'm focusin' on my moves that way I'll never lose
See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's
Say I confuse you play little tricks with your head
Catchin' feelin's ever since the first time I slept in your bed
I'm not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams (nah)
I can't say I love you I dont know what that means
I'ma pimp.
[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy
[Verse 2:]
When I first met her
I did anything to get her (what?)
Paid all her bills and filled the 'fridgerator (uh huh)
Reminiscin' on late nights when I try to lay up
but couldn't get off cause your baby would stay up
She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third lane
That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain
A pigeon writin' her baby pops in the box in the prison
Sing-sing is where he biddin'
She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels
Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil
Moter bike and grams of fish scale
It's a 9 to 5 niggas with no frills
Turnin' young niggas with princables to old men with debts
And all the prank calls was death threats that bitch had the best sex
All across the globe and the bitch head game was out of control
[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy
[Verse 3:]
I'm wonderin' when I'm gone if you'll miss me (miss me)
or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy
I'm fuckin' with you
I'm feelin' your shape I'm feelin' your eyes
Later on I'm feelin' your ass and feelin' your thighs (come here baby)
Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh)
I knew you was my type from the very very start (yeah)
I'm into tongue kissin' and four play all day
Mama ain't home so the noise is okay
O.D.B you know he like it the raw way
Latex safe sex no hickeys on the neck
Now you learnin' (whoo)
The Lords blessin' makes me wiser as the world's turnin'
My tongue touch the right spot have your toes curlin'
Whether we're just kickin' it or sexin' (uh huh) I'm a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection (Yeah)
So when niggas make mistakes I correct them and
When niggas get out of line I check them man
[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy
Yeah
Don't think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv
Runnin' around takin' pictures like you Puff Daddy and the family mothafucka
And that bitch Charli Baltimore bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck
Paint her hair red think she gone sell records tryin' to impersonate Pink and shit bitch
Punk ass mothafuckas
All you mothafuckas get wrote on nigga
Ain't no mothafuckas leave her alone cause she a bitch fuck that nigga.
Fuck all of it but not you Ashanti baby you know how I feel about you baby (kiss) come on come here girl
Come on gimme some love girl
Fuck Irv Gotti you know how me and you do baby [laughs]
You know they say I'm sexy now
Hey Irv your mama got a thing for me.
Skit - Yayo lyrics - G-Unit
[Friend:]
What up, nigga?
[Tony Yayo:]
What's good, my nigga?
[Friend:]
What's going on, man?
[Tony Yayo:]
I'm chilling, nigga
[Friend:]
Yo, where that nigga 50 at?
[Tony Yayo:]
Ah, son, tell Smurf, tell banks, all them niggas don't go up to his room, son
[Friend:]
Oh, what happened?
[Tony Yayo:]
He... you know niggas was popping shit on the radio the other day, know what I'm saying? That nigga's up there, I'm not even trying to go up there. That nigga need to take his medication, nigga. I ain't fucking with that nigga
[Friend:]
You serious?
[Tony Yayo:]
On your mother, son. I'm serious
[Friend:]
Nigga is crazy, son
[Tony Yayo:]
No, them niggas is crazy. For fucking with that nigga. Yo, it's crazy, son. That nigga not the one to fuck with
[Friend:]
Fuck
[Tony Yayo:]
Alright, man
[Friend:]
Alright, man
[Tony Yayo:]
Yo, is that my TV?
In Da Hood lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Brooklyn)
[Brooklyn:]
I still be ridin' through the hood
Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good
From Southside Queens to Inglewood
We representin' like we should
[50 Cent:]
I'm hot, boy, I told you befo'
Got that Benz and that Hummer off the showroom floor
I know you hate it when I pop up, wrist all rocked up
'Hood empty, niggas locked up, they rats all knocked up
Baby after baby, the 'hood is crazy
Niggas'll set ya up and wet you up, trust me, they shady
Got a pet bulldog I keep under my linen
It don't bark, it spark when that revolver spinnin'
We winnin'
[Brooklyn:]
I still be ridin' through the hood
Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good
From Southside Queens to Inglewood
We representin' like we should
[50 Cent:]
Hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rims
Goddamn, look at them twenty-fours inch diamonds spin
Now the D's, they harass me in the 'hood
A few times niggas tried to blast me in the 'hood
Fuck it, it's all good
Catch me in the coupe, on the lean
With needles and samples and diesel for the fiends
The money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grind
Plus niggas like to stun, so I stay with the nine
I ain't the type nigga that be out, runnin' his mouth
Talkin' gangsta and shit, with my gun in the house
Nah, homie, better get to know me better
Before you be leaking pints of blood into your Iceberg sweater
When the talons come flyin' up out the Beretta
You gon' feel like it's your fault and say, "man, I knew better"
Look, dawg, I don't play that shit
I pull that thing out I'mma spray that shit
That's how I get down
[Brooklyn:]
Brooklyn, she's so sick in the hood
Got these fat bitches get the spit in the hood
Cause I throw diamonds, shoot the fifth in the hood
That's what you get for talking all that shit in the hood
Yeah, I'm still a minor, remember this
Everything Brooklyn'll drop you broads'll fall behind her
Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good
Get robbed, get shot, shit is poppin' in the hood
I still be ridin' through the hood
Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good
From Southside Queens to Inglewood
We representin' like we should
I still be ridin' through the hood
Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good
From Southside Queens to Inglewood
We representin' like we should
Round Here lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
Me, I call the shots 'round here
I say who get shot, who don't get shot 'round here
I say who can and can't pump on the block round' here
Stick-up kids can get they ass got 'round here
Niggas snitchin', D's comin', it's hot 'round here
They finna run up on one of the spots 'round here
Be on point, its easy to get knocked 'round here
But be smart, you need to have that Glock 'round here
[Tony Yayo:]
Yo, I'm on that James Bond shit
That Z3 smoking that bomb shit, my guns in my armpit
I'm still pitching rock and bundles of D
But you can catch me in Hollywood with Pamela Lee
Yo, my team stay rocky, kid
In the crib, priced out, it's as big as Versace crib
You could be D-Zel or Frel, my 9 mil
I drive by and do you like the Russians did Denzel
[50 Cent:]
Me, I call the shots 'round here
I say who get shot, who don't get shot 'round here
I say who can and can't pump on the block round' here
Stick-up kids can get they ass got 'round here
Niggas snitchin', D's comin', it's hot 'round here
They finna run up on one of the spots 'round here
Be on point, its easy to get knocked 'round here
But be smart, you need to have that Glock 'round here
[Lloyd Banks:]
They ain't never heard a clique like mine so they admire us heavy
Clue, you better get them firetrucks ready
Cause I am, I'm hot now, I came up quicker
They comparing me to veterans, nigga
And I'm too young to buy liquor
I'm holding out till they break the pore of a chip straight
Struggling, baby, I'm on tour of a mixtape
Fronting'll get ya bashed in
Nigga, my flows worth mills like the dress Princess Diana crashed in
[50 Cent:]
Me, I call the shots 'round here
I say who get shot, who don't get shot 'round here
I say who can and can't pump on the block round' here
Stick-up kids can get they ass got 'round here
Niggas snitchin', D's comin', it's hot 'round here
They finna run up on one of the spots 'round here
Be on point, its easy to get knocked 'round here
But be smart, you need to have that Glock 'round here
Even the old folks in my hood know I stay with a gat
They say, "Sabrina baby boy just don't know how to act"
They sit in front of a hollow tip, leave a hole in your Jag'
Big enough to fit a D battery in your back
You call G-Unit Jew-Unit the way that money stack
It's a fee for me, nigga you were paying for that
We got artilleries and targets to spit it at
Banks to popingp shots that they would sign on your fitted hats
Me, I call the shots 'round here
I say who get shot, who don't get shot 'round here
I say who can and can't pump on the block round' here
Stick-up kids can get they ass got 'round here
Niggas snitchin', D's comin', it's hot 'round here
They finna run up on one of the spots 'round here
Be on point, its easy to get knocked 'round here
But be smart, you need to have that Glock 'round here
Yeah, nigga. You need to have your motherfucking gun 'round here. Don't be off to see the wizard, motherfucker. Lying without a heart. Barking and shit. You ain't gonna do nothing, nigga. Don't make me touch something out this motherfucker. Go ahead and jump back, nigga. I'm waiting on these niggas. You think I'm scared? Oh, I'm shaking in my motherfucking shoes. I'm scared to death. Don't I sound scared?
Bitches Aint Shit lyrics - G-Unit
Hot 97. Blazing hip hop and R&B. You now tuned into G-Unit radio. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
I'm hearing motherfuckers trying to steal my flow
But it ain't no thing because my nigga Yayo
Put me up on game when I came through the door
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like this and like that and like this
I got these groupies backstage trying to rip my dick off
In Chanel panties and Gucci lipgloss
Our shows and videos be the wildest
Wake up, get dressed, fuck the clothes stylist
Now my navigation system pointing arrows to your house
Got me in the hood with mt nuts in your mouth
Big truck series, you heard Funk Flex
Since the whip spacious we can have rough sex
Now bitches give me head while my rims keep spinning
Cause the truck be the size of their project kitchens
I'm a hustler, hand to hand
I turn fourteen grams into fourteen lands
I play Italian restaurants, Pedros in the palms
Cause my number one fiend is into stocks and bonds
Yo, my hand is full of ink spots, writing with my pen
Got my ass in a mink spot, about to blow ten
Man, these bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
I tell them lick on the nuts and suck the dick
Then get the fuck out if that ain't done
Tell Banks to hurry up bringing that X1
And that X1, man, that X1
Look, it's time to make the transition from a pad to a palace
I'm the same, old G with a jaw like Morales
As long as it get movies it's on and the jacuzzi is warm
She stripping down like the Uzi was drawn
You know, snapping out of Louie Vuitton
Her man knew he perform and get me evicted and do me a porn
I hear this every day, "Banks, don't treat me like the next bitch
And by the way, how many other girls you having sex with?
Look, you like the Neptunes, this different teams
We both move around with clips and they spit sixteen
I be damned if I trick one dollar, but if the chick come holla
And got paper I'ma get some out of her
I'm high every hour like California light-green steamer
Am I hot, nigga, that Ike beat Tina? Icea cream Beamer
You're upset 'cause I say everything you don't say
Nigga, you ain't smoking hydro, you're smoking roach spray
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like this and like that and like this
You heard my nigga. Y'all smoking roach spray, man. We on a first class flight to Barcelona, man. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Shady, Aftermath, G-Unit
Shoot Em Up lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Sean Paul)
[Sean Paul:]
Well easy, well ya done know so we make it on a cheesy
Sean-a-peesy, th girls are over breezy
Longside the 50 Cent, yo
Now some bwoy like dem take to the extent, yo
Some bwoy fi check it, Jerk off & madness and them no make it
Madness, and a we got ready fi know, how fi select it
Time fi get it, life is a gift, so nuh badda wreck it
But some likkle youth dem don't get it
Some bwoy fi check it, Jerk off & madness and them no make it
Madness, and a we got ready fi know, how fi select it
Time fi get it, life is a gift, so nuh badda wreck it
50 Cent, Sean da Paul, dem a tell dem who fi check it
[50 Cent:]
They said they ready, but I know for sure they not ready
Go against the grain if you sure you gon' get it
Four-fifth pop, you drop, get deaded
Flee the crime scene, nah'mean? I forget it
When real rude boys pop up they don't want credit
If niggas know you did it then police know you did it
Whenever drama come a real soldier don't set it
If it's beef, dead it, big money, bet it
In your brain, I'll embed it
Don't fuck with 50 or Sean Paul
I got 50 soldiers on call ready to brawl
Gangsta, semi-autos, I spray at targets
To niggas that don't know, well, we finished the cartridge, yeah
[Sean Paul:]
If you cheek it deeply you gonna see
Nuff a them a rule bad man but they wanna be
See all them front up inna the club them a look upon me
But them grow empty, no artileries yo
Positive, negative and dem cyah hold them stress
Live get tripe and them a run up inna a mess
When tings pop off some of them gonna get decked
And them haffi know them cyah hold the flex
Send dem fi check it
Jerk off & madness and them no make it
Madness, and a we got ready fi know, how fi select it
Time fi get it, life is a gift, so nuh badda wreck it
50 Cent, him a tell dem fi check it
[50 Cent:]
Let's get money, niggas like my style, I'm chipped up
Still I won't hesitate to shoot your whip up
Gully, I got guns, chromes and black ones
Snub noses, long joints, you might want to pack one
With all the bullshit going on in the hood
You need to be holding to something, shit is one in the hood
Get your ass beat up, stabbed, then shot up
Niggas'll tear your fucking block up over some product
[Sean Paul:]
Send dem fi check it
Jerk off & madness and them no make it
Madness, and a we got ready fi know, how fi select it
Time fi get it, life is a gift, so nuh badda wreck it
50 Cent, him a tell dem fi check it, yo
G-Unit Anthem lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, what, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, what, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit
[Tony Yayo:]
In my hood you get no points for your jumpshot
As soon as the sun rise we back on the block
The stress got me feeling like an old man
And I stay on point for that red and gold van
Its a freelance performer Yayo, be a pro
Cause the flows been hot since G.I. Joe
Yo, my rhymes'll have you nodding like war in the streets
So the freaks give me ass like toilet seats
Get at me, you really think you holding Big Daddy?
So where's your indoor court and bowling alley?
I got heart like a Hoover Crip
But bust slugs like an Inglewood Blood
I mingle with thugs, my single gon' buzz
Your boy export, get rid of the drugs
I still bag my dope up with a mask and some gloves
I used to have eight balls in my 8-ball jackets
Now a dawg Lex coupes like Luke in Dukes Of Hazzard
[50 Cent:]
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, what, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, what, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit
[Lloyd Banks:]
Put carpet burns on these rats for several days
Till they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewing's legs
I'm always with the biscuit
The only way I get blue balls is if a bitch had blue lipstick
You broke, rob more blocks
'Cause you ain't got to know how to breakdance
To wind up on a cardboard box
I'm Gucci'ed down to my socks, groupies hounding the spot
We perform at to keep goopies around for the cops
She'll be down for my watch, I ain't generous or courteous
I'm running from a dirty bitch, nigga, you thirty-six
You don't want it with the kid at all
Same shit, bigger bathroom, my niggas brawl
When we come after you it ain't no gray shots
The SIG will leave a hole in your chest bigger than Flavor Flav's clock
You pussy, you wouldn't even pop the smallest chip
Cause on the inside you softer than a mozzarella stick, bitch
[50 Cent:]
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, what, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, what, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit
[50 Cent & Lloyd Banks:]
I'm the leader of the new school now, nigga what?
I got a 44 bulldog, I'll tear your bitch ass up
I pop off nigga front, I'll put my knife in your gut
Have you in ICU screaming, "ahh, I'm cut"
I go rrrraowr, rrrraowr like a dungeon dragon
But I keep my pistol on me so my pants be saggin'
Everytime I'm in the house niggas grill a nigga
Cause they feel a nigga, I'll kill a nigga
You speeding, shorty, better stay in your lane
Before I send one of my soldiers to blow out your brains
I'm the general, what? You salute me
You'se a dead man if you attempt to shoot me
I done lost some of my brains watching military flicks
Got the whole G-Unit on some military shit
Private Banks requesting permission to speak
Speak, nigga
Man, it's dangerous when there's discipline involved in street niggas
[50 Cent:]
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, what, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, what, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit
Doing My Own Thing lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
Oh, Oh, Oh
GGGG G-Unit
Yeah
It's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks
And Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha)
You got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist and my ears
I'm doing my thing
I said I've been doing my own thing
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM and my Hummer
Damn, I'm doing my thing
My chain is so heavy, I think it's necessary
For me to talk about all of the stones in my bezey
I used to push a Chevy, I rather cop a Bentley
And stunt on these niggas till my tank on empty
This gangsta shit is in me, the money, I got plenty
I still hustle, but I don't cop jewels from Benny
I know a stripper named Jenny, a marked nigga named Vinny
A A&R named Lenny, a CEO named Diddy
50 is so witty, 50 is so high
50 got the fucking hood on lock, what
I've been doing my own thing
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist and my ears
I'm doing my thing
I said I've been doing my own thing
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM and my Hummer
Damn, I'm doing my thing
[Lloyd Banks:]
When I'm knocking you down no one can save ya
From the other side of the door it sounds like you going through labor
My passport valid so I'm going through Asia
Flying to Paris, stopping in Britain, shoppin' and shittin'
If you ain't jumping off in the truck you walking
We got frozen hearts, get on the bus like Rosa Parks
My name popping so I'm higher than the price
Bitch, I'm about to make enough money to buy you a life
[50 Cent:]
I've been doing my own thing
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist and my ears
I'm doing my thing
I said I've been doing my own thing
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM and my Hummer
Damn, I'm doing my thing
[Tony Yayo:]
I got so many hoes that my pimp game nasty
The only time I don't fuck is in the AIDS capital
You look at the watch, you have a hard time seeing
I got so many rocks they have a hard time breathing
See the cross on my neck
Hoes want to know what's the cost on my neck
First she said no, now she almost said yes
Now we in the telly and we both buttnake'
Working up a sweat
[50 Cent:]
I've been doing my own thing
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist and my ears
I'm doing my thing
I said I've been doing my own thing
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM and my Hummer
Damn, I'm doing my thing
Yeah nigga
You know it's me when I'm cruising
Through ya motherfuckin' hood and shit nigga
Don't try to act
Like you don't know its me and shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
I ain't put no tints
On the motherfucker
So you can see me nigga
If I'm a spend 125, 000 dollars
On some wheels I want you
To get a good look nigga
Yeah look at me
Look at the license plate
The license plate say "Get One" nigga
Can you get one nigga?
8 More Miles lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
Yeah. 50 Cent. Lloyd Banks. Tony Yayo. G-Unit
[Lloyd Banks:]
This rap shit plays a major part in my life
So if you jeopardize it I got the right
To send a mothafucker at you tonight
G-Unit
And I ain't stopping till my clique popping, swimming in barrels of money
Ma could walk around with her head up cause it [?] you, dummy
It's funny, niggas'd rather see you suffering and hungry
I'm comfy as hell skating with another nigga's money
You lying your ass off, you know you ain't that tough
I'm pulling your mask off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, a piece of the game, boy
Artillery that's about as long as a chainsaw
By the way, man, this feels like I've been dreamin'
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feeling my semen
The physical presence of a female in he forms of a demon
That's why I fuck 'em and leave 'em, get my nut while I'm breathin'
Cause they thought they'd catch me slipping, now I'm ducking and driven
That's a thousand dollar outfit, what the fuck is you rippin'?
You tripping, no record could get my ass in position
Death waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through mama bitching in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, it's probably sending out to prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards
[Tony Yayo:]
You can take me out the hood
But can't take the hood out me (cause what?)
Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Niggas hate when you do good
But when you broke
Your friends and your enemies they love you, they love you
"Cheche, get the Yayo"
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail
"Cheche, get the Yayo"
Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)
You can sniff me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller in the whole fucking country
Wall Street niggas, they cop me on the low
White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
I'll smuggle, I'm nothing but trouble
I'll make your money double, cook me in baking soda
I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator
Feed your family, turn your man to a hater
Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox
Put me in your Nikes, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half you hustling backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you moving forwards
You trying to move more birds
N PA all day, on the corner of Third, nigga what?
[50 Cent:]
You can take me out the hood
But can't take the 'hood out me (what?)
Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Picture me polishing pistols, I'm coming to get you
The shells hit you, you screamin'
Think I'm playing? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols, let's get it popping
Start wavin' my emboies, shell cases get to dropping
If death is around the corner I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside, gun in my pocket, just stunting, no stopping
I'm dying to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless
You know my contestants
As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned
Count all my blessings, clean up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak shall perish
I told you before
Hoes, they compliment me now like, "50, nice chain"
Bellagio, twenty grand of chips at a dice game
Burn out, can't stop, gotta watch MTV, BET
Nigga, you see me
I wonder if you mad cause I'm doing good
Or 'cause niggas feeling me more than you in your own hood
And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back
Cause they know you just rapping and you don't bust a gat
You pussy
Yeah, explain it to the niggas in your hood, nigga. They know you fucking fronting, nigga. Talking like gangstas on a record. I see you, nigga. Niggas know me, nigga. Ask around in my hood, nigga. Read the Daily News, nigga. You see them talking about me, nigga. I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit. Pussy, let's get it popping
Ahhh Shit lyrics - G-Unit
I'm minding my business officer; I'm minding my business
Please just leave me alone
I told you the last time, please leave me alone
[50 Cent:]
(Ahhh shit)
Now why the fuck did you call them cops?
(Ahhh shit)
With your hands up you still getting shot
(Ahhh shit)
Here they come now; they out on patrol
(Ahhh shit)
They killed a few; they finna kill some more
[Young Buck:]
Walked in here on that bullshit; I been turnt up all day bustin' shots
Ever since Mike Brown went down, my whole city like "fuck a cop"
Run the red light; fuck the stop
Bust his head when you pump the Glock
Got my bread up; I run the block
I don't play around with you bombaclots
Bring it you to you if you really want this
My heart cold; I'll send you somethin' hot
Blowing kush, but I'm stayin' focused
Cause niggas move when they think you not
That shit got my brother shot
Standin' right in front of his mother's spot
But that got about ten of them popped
And last night another one of them dropped
We don't do no peace treaties, no backing down, no calling quits
Kidd Kidd tell these niggas how quick Buck can get on my New Orleans shit
Like, what this? Say, bro, you must not know me
You want war? Okay
[50 Cent:]
(Ahhh shit)
Now why the fuck did you call them cops?
(Ahhh shit)
With your hands up you still getting shot
(Ahhh shit)
Here they come now, they out on patrol
(Ahhh shit)
They killed a few, they finna kill some more
(Ahhh shit)
Man, who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1?
(Ahhh shit)
Now who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1?
(Ahhh shit)
See the lights flashing, now here they come
(Ahhh shit)
Now who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1?
[Kidd Kidd:]
Let's stomp 'em out with both feet
They gon' patch him up like a slow leak
Rest in Peace to Ezell middle finger to the police
Fuck y'all with no grease, no justice, no peace
They did Mike wrong like Cochise ain't nobody getting no sleep
Now they sayin' we ignant, Buck is you rolling with me?
My hoodie on like Trayvon, I'mma give Zimmerman the business
Where I go my niggas follow, hollow points thrown like a spiral
It's go time, show time, get clapped like the Apollo
I'm trapped out like fuck y'all, I'll abide by this gun law
Unless you gon' do me like Eric Gardner
If you catch me smokin' on my cigar
Put my hands up and you pull your pistol
Just because I'm a hood nigga
This full clip gon' full flip you
[50 Cent:]
(Ahhh shit)
Now why the fuck did you call them cops?
(Ahhh shit)
With your hands up you still getting shot
(Ahhh shit)
Here they come now, they out on patrol
(Ahhh shit)
They killed a few, they finna kill some more
(Ahhh shit)
Man, who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1?
(Ahhh shit)
Now who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1?
(Ahhh shit)
See the lights flashing, now here they come
(Ahhh shit)
Now who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1?
(I can't breathe [x4])
Once again, police beating up on people. All he did was break up a fight and this is what happens for breaking up a fight
(This is a disgrace, there's a test in this city and we intend to keep the pressure off)
(Let's continue to show this nation who we are, continue to show this country who we are...)
All About The Money lyrics - G-Unit
[Young Buck:]
50, the streets gon' fuck with this one
You never seen nothin' like this
G-Unit be the gang, I wish a nigga would, boy
Fuckin' with these bad bitches
I'm LeBron on you niggas cause scorin' in my shit, boy
I'm young Kobe cause I be dishin'
I be handlin' the rock, I be whippin' in the pot, boy
It's all about this fuckin' drug money
It's all about this fuckin' drug money
It's all about this fuckin' drug money
It's all about this fuckin' drug money
[Kidd Kidd:]
Hot 97, Funk Flex, shut it down
If ye' ain't know me then, I bet you know me now
Met a bad bitch, say we goin' downtown
She thinkin' 'bout shoppin' 'til I pull my pants down
I've come a long way from wearin' hand-me-downs
So if you got your hand out I slap your hand down
MC with the hammer, can't touch this
I buck shit, shoot, stab and cut shit
Say crawl before you walk, but nigga I run shit
All the hatin' just constipation, you don't want shit
Leave your thoughts on the curb, what the fuck you thinkin', bitch?
This is G-Unit, the G go for gangsta shit, let's go
[Young Buck:]
You never seen nothin' like this
G-Unit be the gang, I wish a nigga would, boy
Fuckin' with these bad bitches
I'm LeBron on you niggas cause scorin' in my shit, boy
I'm young Kobe cause I be dishin'
I be handlin' the rock, I be whippin' in the pot, boy
It's all about this fuckin' drug money
It's all about this fuckin' drug money
It's all about this fuckin' drug money
It's all about this fuckin' drug money
[Tony Yayo:]
You got a vitamin C deficiency
No cash, no credit, no customers, you ain't no fuckin' hustler
Ball in this rap game in Vera Wang
Strike the shepherd in his sheeps, scatter with good aim
Photobomb your picture with a long clip
Disarm a nigga, take his own grip
I'm in the meat packin' district, STK the state
Big faces in my safe, so these ho niggas hate
Catch him slippin' out filets, put his brains on his chicken patty
These bum niggas ain't classy
[Young Buck:]
You never seen nothin' like this
G-Unit be the gang, I wish a nigga would, boy
Fuckin' with these bad bitches
I'm LeBron on you niggas cause scorin' in my shit, boy
I'm young Kobe cause I be dishin'
I be handlin' the rock, I be whippin' in the pot, boy
It's all about this fuckin' drug money
It's all about this fuckin' drug money
It's all about this fuckin' drug money
It's all about this fuckin' drug money
We spill blood over spilled milk
We sell drugs 'til we get killed, lift weight 'til we get built
I'm prayin' that this heron do harm to them
Might be the last time the needle hit his arm again
My Mexican friends got me on the farm again
If you can handle it then haul it 'cross the border then
My granny say you never get too old to sell crack
Stop, she told me find somebody else to tell that
So why not distribute cocaine on my block?
And I just cooked a whole ki in the kitchen up with my pop
The molly made your momma spend her rent money
Be surprised all the shit she done did for me
You never seen nothin' like this
G-Unit be the gang, I wish a nigga would, boy
Fuckin' with these bad bitches
I'm LeBron on you niggas cause scorin' in my shit, boy
I'm young Kobe cause I be dishin'
I be handlin' the rock, I be whippin' in the pot, boy
It's all about this fuckin' drug money
It's all about this fuckin' drug money
It's all about this fuckin' drug money
It's all about this fuckin' drug money
Come Up lyrics - G-Unit
Yeah, I’m that paper chasing, money making hustler
Nigga, you know how I get down
Big dreams, big bags of bread
Big money, you fucking with the kid
Watch a nigga come up
Inf beams, triple beams it seems
The street niggas know just what I mean
Watch a nigga come up
Born hustler, niggas got to get paid
Shit real from the cradle to the grave
Watch a nigga come up
Got to get it, we got, got to get it
Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it
Watch a nigga come up
Whenever you should wanna have it, do you need me?
Drug dealer jewelry, standing on 3D
Double my dose, this a lotto high
Check my Vienne here, model cry
My autograph is a dollar sign
This Jamaica stars, cream dreams, my paper large
Had to erase all loss, propellers, I’m taking off
Steaming potent, I’m illegal rowing
My holy flow keep the demons folding
24k, my team is glowing
Yeah, step in with my strap on me
Racks on me in this whole-in-the-wall club with 100 packs on me
Got the goons out, you know we don’t do much
Catch you coming out the club if you doing too much
Couple Cubans on my neck, smoking a Cuban on the jet
On my way to collect from niggas that’s losing bets
Joe Pesci, baby, I enforce the rules
Take two’s and tighten up niggas with loose screws
Your bitch wanna be my bitch
She saying we friends, I done fucked her again
Now watch a nigga come up, watch a nigga come up
Grinding, diamond shining, drop the climbing and we doing it big
Watch a nigga come up, watch a nigga come up
Feels like Hawaii going through this car wash
Get the foreign, you know I gotta get the boss
AR green beamer size of Kevin Hart
These 22 Jump Street niggas talk
Watch a nigga come up off this trap phone
Cold jeans hold the coke five flex roam
In the clouds care less about the chit chatter
Bad bitches don't fuck these Soundcloud rappers
One, two, buck 'em out them seven shoes
Pockets full of revenue, kitchen filled of residue
Pitching on the avenue, million dollar attitude
Fuck you, pay me, I don't show gratitude
Told that ho bring it back, rewind it
Now I got her on my mic beatboxing
Ye ain't gotta look for it, we got it
Get it hard, break it down, cut then rewatch it
Big dreams, big bags of bread
Big money, you fucking with the kid
Watch a nigga come up
Inf beams, triple beams it seems
The street niggas know just what I mean
Watch a nigga come up
Born hustler, niggas got to get paid
Shit real from the cradle to the grave
Watch a nigga come up
Got to get it, we got, got to get it
Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it
Watch a nigga come up
I got the kind of success that's hard to measure
Tear the unit apart, put it back together
I'm strong, I ain't mentioning what I'm benching
I'm Merrill Lynching in the mall, I'll blow ya pension
Sharp as a blade, Tom Ford suave
Sneaker collection same color of grenade
Camoflage, damn I'm large, oh God
Aventador door Lambo, hop in and just push start
I go 0 to a 100, nigga, real quick
You talk money, I got money, it's real shit
It's independent, now we eating of a big plate
First week I make a million off my mixtape
Hello, you niggas is slow, you gotta catch up
You business savvy, you gotta step up
You new like a ho, I don't understand ya
'Til you eating the cheese, ratting on camera
Big dreams, big bags of bread
Big money, you fucking with the kid
Watch a nigga come up
Inf beams, triple beams it seems
The street niggas know just what I mean
Watch a nigga come up
Born hustler, niggas got to get paid
Shit real from the cradle to the grave
Watch a nigga come up
Got to get it, we got, got to get it
Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it
Watch a nigga come up
Don't Tell' Em lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
Shawty my type tonight, you know I'm kind of picky
She saying ''I love New York'', I'm saying ''welcome to my city''
Corporate type, I'm finna strip her to her Vicky's
She about her business, why you think she fucking with me?
I could smoke to the rhythm, see I'm really not a dancer
G-Unit plus Jeremih equal summertime anthem
It's hot now, time to put the top down
I'm here, girl, I'm coming around your block now
[Jeremih:]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl, I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fucking like no other
Don't you tell 'em what we do
Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you don't even, don't tell 'em
Don't tell 'em, you don't even, you don't even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em
You don't even, don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em
You don't even, you don't even even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em
Know you say you down with it
Won't tell 'em how you hit the ground with it
Girl, you know I'm from Chicago, I act a fool, Bobby Brown with it
In it, nobody take me out though
You got gifts, bring 'em down the South Pole
Marathon doll, I'm puttin' miles
Don't you worry 'bout it, might gon' work it out
Only is you got me feeling like this oh why, why, why, why
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That's right, right, right, right, right
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl, I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fucking like no other
Don't you tell 'em what we do
Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you don't even, don't tell 'em
Don't tell 'em, you don't even, you don't even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em
You don't even, don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em
You don't even, you don't even even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em
[50 Cent:]
Don't tell 'em I be around this bitch
Got you doing all kinds of freaky shit, making flicks
(Don't tell 'em)
Don't tell 'em I be in your front door
Then I'm in your backdoor on all fours
Don't tell 'em cause a nigga would be heartbroken
Chest out, stressed out, nigga start smoking
I ain't trippin', I am chillin', I ain't illin'
I ain't thinkin' about no nigga in his feelings
[Young Buck:]
They gon' try to break us up, don't let 'em
Half of these hoes never rode in a Phantom
We be doing the thing, girl, hope you don't change, girl
Maybe one day I might get you and my main girl
Tequilla shots, got her taking off her top
Make that ass pop, I'mma drink this bottle to the last drop
I got bands, baby, dance like a mascot
You can hit me up, I done moved from the last spot
[Jeremih:]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl, I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fucking like no other
Don't you tell 'em what we do
Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you don't even, don't tell 'em
Don't tell 'em, you don't even, you don't even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em
You don't even, don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em
You don't even, you don't even even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em
[Tony Yayo:]
Don't tell your baby father shit
He worried about getting lit
Them other women can't outclass you
Celine bag with the tassels
Pretty face and she got some ass too
High heels, pills and potions
Wrists [?] get the dutches, we smoking
I'm a starver for my Southside chicks
But please don't run your lips about no side nigga dick
[Kidd Kidd:]
Money too long, it don't matter, but it measures
You ain't in my good look, we just look better
Gotta keep it on the low though, don't tell 'em
He ain't cuffing you like a convicted felon
Said she wanna groove back like Stella
No one could do it better, K. I double letter
She beautiful, she bella, homie, don't sweat her, let her
She was like that when you met her
RG, Goodfellas, let's go
[Lloyd Banks:]
(Don't tell 'em)
You don't really care right? Say it like you mean it
Later on you're sneaking, behavior going indecent
No holding back, ain't got no reason
Middle of the summer and I'm out here freezing
Please and all of the above
Girl, don't tell that nigga nothing, play it cool
He accusing you, just say it wasn't another fool
New clues, I leave your nose, dimes need every one of those
Hundred rolls, holding your heart, I play my part
[Jeremih:]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl, I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fucking like no other
Don't you tell 'em what we do
Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you don't even, don't tell 'em
Don't tell 'em, you don't even, you don't even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em
You don't even, don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em
You don't even, you don't even even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em
Gunz For Sale lyrics - G-Unit
Woo wooo
Haha
G unit!
we got those semi automatics
and we got them revolvers
we those niggaz that you should get at
if you got a problem
when those hollow tips hit 'em
man that should solve 'em
we got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale
Got that 9mm got that 10mm
got that little duece duece and they all for sale
got that old trey pound
got that new fore pound
nigga use once or twice and they all for sale
[Verse One]
I'm the reason those things in my hood go BANG
I got that trey duece I call that, my nigga behave
16 gage in case these niggaz wanna get crazy
when a sawed off
hit your body parts they fall off
you get hit in the leg
man you can't even crawl off
when that AK switch that automatic to spray
everybody out this bitch could get hit with a stray
I got silences and scoops
military issue pistols holla at me
whatever you need homie I can get you
nickname rubber grips hollow tips extra clips
you dont want your shit to jam
better buy a cleaning kit
teflon, kevlar, need to wrap it round your chest
you pop off they pop back and you get left a bloody mess
mac 11 mac 10 time for some action
dump a clip out this bitch and see how niggaz act then
Got guns and ammo they all for sale
clips included you're responsible for your bail
we got those semi automatics
and we got those revolvers
we that niggaz that you should get at
if you got a problem
when those hollow tips hit 'em
man that should solve 'em
we got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale
Got that 9mm got that 10mm
got that little duece duece and they all for sale
got that old trey pound
got that new fore pound
nigga use once or twice and they all for sale
G stand for GANGSTER
UNIT stand for U Niggaz in trouble
better lock and load on the double
G Unit!!
[Verse Two]
Fresh out the box 40 cali glock, calico 20 shot
streetsweepers clear the block
im that nigga niggaz call when those shots pop
take 'em to my grandmoms basement
show 'em what I got, look
I got three 380s a tech and two m1's
Ice came through on some shit and bought him one
Them young boys from the projects crazy
He was kissing on the toast and saying thats my baby
Buck came through saying "50 show me some love"
sold him a dub dub something he can sneak in the club
gave him some shells for that trey 8 snub
he gave me some bud
I gave him a pound, gave me a hug
love, its love I take it back to the NWA days
Fuck Jay my CD's raise the crime rate in the Troy state
got some rugers, some sigs, some colts
my nigga for real. Holla at the kid for real
we got those semi automatics
and we got those revolvers
we that niggaz that you should get at
if you got a problem
when those hollow tips hit 'em
man that should solve 'em
we got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale
Got that 9mm got that 10mm
got that little duece duece and they all for sale
got that old trey pound
got that new fore pound
nigga use once or twice and they all for sale
I'll Be The Shooter (Rick Ross Diss) lyrics - G-Unit
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter
[Verse One: 50 Cent]
I'll bang out, I'll, I'll, I'll bang out
Find out shit is real when I'm at you with that thang out
Cause all kind of commotion when a nigga get blast off
The spot we'll get his cash off that after no mask off
Pussy your heart pumpin but your brain gone
Think somethin sweet I snatch the heat and get the flame throwin
I stuff two different caliber shells in my revolver
Thirty eight, thirty two, Ross you got a problem
Start me I'll never stop I'm layin at your mama's spot
Squeeze till the llama hot I'll have your ass in drama ack
I'll cause havoc you come in my vicinity
Mother fuck the police officer Rick the enemy!!!!!
[Chorus: 50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya (YEAH!)
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter
[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, it's been (Deeper than Rap), I eat, shit, go to sleep with my gat
It's us three against the industry, let's keep it like that
Click-CLACK, getcha goons, fuck all the talkin
Niggas yappin 'bout who dress the best, get 'em Gucci coffins
When we tombstone, bullets hurt, 40s' break a few bones
Come around, ya fool! And my shorty's takin jewels home
Follow 'em then hallow 'em, take two these and goggle 'em
You ride wid 'em, you die wid 'em, chances of survival thin
The sharks is out you divin in? Dare you niggas try to swim
There's no odds, I gotta win, wobble 'em with the WHOP-WHOP
Shaky backgrounds, you probably with the cops
You ain't street, you need to stop, I breathe the hood, I be the block
Heater
[Chorus: 50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter (Yeah!)
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger (Right!!)
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
(WE GON' RIDE ON ALL Y'ALL NIGGAS ONE BY ONE!!)
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter
[Verse Three: Tony Yayo]
Niggas wanna kill me, I'm gettin money for God sakes
That purple-urple fucked Phelps up with Corn Flakes
Kick in the door man, big .44 man
Mortician morgue man, fill you with straws man
Black President, I voted for Obama
I voted in the hood, so I voted with my llama
Everyday is drama, everyday is karma
He got SHOT last week, so let's press his baby mama
That was home of the boldest, adolesence whylin
Shorty got killed, they burin sneakers on the island
(Maybach Music), y'all niggas want trouble?
I run up on that C.O. snap his ass in a bubble
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the rueger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german lueger
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the rueger
I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german lueger
I'll, I'll be the shooter
Loyal lyrics - G-Unit
[Lil Wayne & Chris Brown:]
YOUNG MULA, BABY!
(Haha, you thought it was over?)
G-g-g-g-g-g G-UNIT
[50 Cent:]
Pretty face tight waste, that motherfucker thick
I need a second to evaluate, yeah that's a bad bitch
She a fool for love, that's why she ain't got shit
Fuck with the wrong fool, fell in love with the wrong bitch
Now I ain't put a song out to tell her she ain't loyal
Better fuck with me bitch he ain't doin nothing for you
Baby you gotta think like a winner to win
How your nigga gonna help you when he stuck in the pen
Lifes full of choices, you can choose a better life
Start by choosing the telly we meeting there tonight
I talk to her trynna get her mind right
When that head gettin good, man her future's so bright
[Chris Brown:]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Tony Yayo:]
First class trips
Take a boat to the six
Floor seats with the Knicks
I take a broke nigga bitch
[50 Cent:]
These hoes they trouble man
That bitch don't love you HA HA
[Tony Yayo:]
If I gave a fuck about a bitch, I'd always be broke
I never had no motherfucker sour to smoke
He went raw and she had twins on you
Take half your check and her ass spittin on you
[Chris Brown:]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Lloyd Banks:]
Your drop dead fine, hit my line, I decline
It ain't nothing personal, it happens all the time
You'll remember me forever, but it's only for the night
You're out here doing wrong, thinking karma gona be nice
So your girls ain't bout nothing, then you're looking for a ride
I ain't heard every opinion, been round the world twice
You gon hold a nigga up, talkin how you feel about me
That ain't shit to brag about, you got love for everybody
No thanks baby, I'm bank crazy
Party like we won, hardly leave alone
Leave the snotty ones have fun, I bet you still keep it spoil
Your Queen creeping on you, she ain't keep it loyal
[Chris Brown:]
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
[Kidd Kidd:]
What's the number one rule when you hop in the whip
Change your __cpLocation off, Fly a G to the crib
I don't need that nigga outside where I live
Cause I know you got a man and he know just who I is
Kidd Kidd, I don't wife em, I don't love em, I don't like em
I don't trust em, I don't cuff em, I don't hug em, I don't kiss em
I diss em, dismiss em, don't miss em
I trick are you tricking homie that's a big difference
She into big things big chains big titties
Big spending big business big ballin big pimpin
Her ass to fake for me to care about real feelings
Been kilt that ho off and she still trippin
[Young Buck:]
He put you in the penthouse and a Panamera
He buy you everything you want but hes never there
Hey you can't miss me I'm everywhere
Follow the sparkles on the bottles and I appear
Attitude kinda rude when we first fucking (You Know)
Her man play in the NBA and I sell dope (Coke!)
When a rich nigga want you said No! (Remember?)
Now a bitch nigga got you your ready to go (Fasho!)
I make a good girl see how good kush blow (Smoke!)
Shawty said she want a nigga she can cook for (What's up?)
I had no idea that they label her hood ho (Aw!)
Till Yayo said there something I should know
[Chris Brown:]
Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting?
Baby show me something
When I call her, she gon' leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting?
Baby show me something
You done spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Move That Dope lyrics - G-Unit
[Future:]
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
(How much dope can you move, nigga?)
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
(How much dope can you move, my nigga?)
[50 Cent:]
Clip in the K, whippin' and flippin' the yay
36 O's in a day, thumbing through pay
When you do shit the right way
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me
How they gone eat? I run the seam
I got that work, bitch, I got it
I got a few Maseratis, dope in my new Maserati
That's a whole 'lotta new money
Stash it, it's hotter than hell
Movin' them squares in for real
Servin' that broad, said yeah
Either way you put it on, bitch, I'm good
Triple salute bitch, I'm straight out the hood
Triple beam, look what I got on the scale
This is that dope boy life right here for real
[Future:]
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
(How much dope can you move, nigga?)
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
(How much dope can you move, my nigga?)
[Young Buck:]
All this money, need a calculator
I'mma a drop it off and get back at you later
Shoes gator, suit tailored, cookin' chickens, we do cater
Give it to your front door like newspaper
Two twenty on the dash, I lose haters
Plug showed up with two trailers
Two flavors, what dude gave ya
I got thirty cars in my front yard
Hundred acres, no neighbors
I finished up the white shit
50 on the fight shit, I might go to Vegas
I keep up with who supposed to pay us
Who cash out and who delay us
Crash out if you try to play us
Dope Boy Universal, all you can say is
Young Buck move that dope
[Tony Yayo:]
The future of the dope game, I'm mixing [?] and Bottega Veneta
That's 60 a gram, I'm stretching the yams and making my cheddar
Whippin' that coke like Patsy - 12 years of a slave
Alphabet boys catch me, it's natural life in a cage
Presidential on my arm, you need to work on your own
I don't do consignment
They think I'm 'inati the way that I shine
[Future:]
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
(How much dope can you move, nigga?)
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
(How much dope can you move, my nigga?)
[Kidd Kidd:]
In the kitchen with Rida Gang chopping an eight
S-S-H-H, [?] all on my momma's good plates
Dumped the the meth all on my face
Should get an A up in Chemistry
Murder the block on a killin' spree
Move the shit fast as a centipede
You gone need a fade to get rid of me
Movin' that boy and that girl
Take over life from the morte
Lean the pot all the way to the side
Scrapin' the extras, need all of mine
Call it a slave when I'm whippin' that brick
3-6 exorcist with the risk
Bakin' soda water all in the mix
All this work got us changing up shit
[Lloyd Banks:]
Paper stackin' in the path of evil
Bitch I'm dope in a platinum needle
All my day; one's magazine you
Play with the money and your head is see-through
I'm paid in full; never had a sequel
You nodded off; my rap is lethal
I get one wish, bring back my people
Brick on wrist, bookbags of diesel
I'm icin' out my imagination
Just due - never got that from waitin'
Just wrote my movie, new chapter shapin'
Pack the wall, clubs asses shakin'
Whose first? Take a dark ride in that hearse
Makeup run down on your shirt
Won't be no waitin' for reasons cause I'mma bomb first
Sound like they using they work
[Future:]
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
(How much dope can you move, nigga?)
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
(How much dope can you move, my nigga?)
Move That Dope (Remix) lyrics - G-Unit
(originally by Future)
[Hook: Future]
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
(How much dope can you move, nigga?)
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
(How much dope can you move, my nigga?)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Flippin' the cake, whippin' and flippin' the yay
36 ounce in a day, cumbing through pay
When you do shit the right way
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me
How they gone eat? I run the seam
I got that work, bitch, I got it
I got a few Maseratis, dope in my new Maserati
That's a whole 'lotta new money
Stash it, it's hotter than hell
Movin' them squares in for real
Servin' that broad, said yeah
Either way you put it on, bitch, I'm good
Triple salute bitch, I'm straight out the hood
Triple beam, look what I got on the scale
This is that dope boy life right here for real
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
All this money, need a calculator
I'mma a drop it off and get back at you later
Shoes gator, suit tailored, cookin' chickens, we do cater
Give it to your front door like newspaper
Two twenty on the dash, I lose haters
Plug showed up with two trailers
Two flavors, what dude gave ya
I got thirty cars in my front yard
Hundred acres, no neighbors
I finished up the white shit
50 on the fight shit, I might go to Vegas
I keep up with who supposed to pay us
Who cash out and who delay us
Crash out if you try to play us
Dope Boy Universal, all you can say is
Young Buck move that dope
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
The future of the dope game, I'm mixing [?]
That's 60 a gram, I'm stretching the yams and making my cheddar
Whippin' that coke like Patsy, 12 years of a slave
Alphabet boys catch me, it's natural life in a cage
Presidential on my arm, you need to work on your own
I don't do consignment
They think I'm Illuminati the way that I shine
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]
In the kitchen with Rida Gang chopping an eight
S-S-H-H, [?] all on my momma's good plates
Dumped the the meth all on my face
Should get an A up in Chemistry
Murder the block on a killin' spree
Move the shit fast as a centipede
You gone need a fade to get rid of me
Movin' that boy and that girl
Take over life from the [?]
Lean the pot all the way to the side
Scrapin' the extras, need all of mine
Call it a slave when I'm whippin' that brick
3-6 exorcist with the risk
Bakin' soda water all in the mix
All this work got us changing up shit
[Verse 5: Lloyd Banks]
Hit the stack in the path of evil
Bitch I'm dope in the platinum needle
All my [?] magazine you
Played with the money and you had to see through
I'm Paid In Full, never had a sequel
You're not an oath, my rap is lethal
I get one wish, bring back my people
Brick one wrist, bookbags a diesel
I'm icin' out my imagination
Just know never got that from waitin'
Just wrote my movie, new chapter shapin'
Pack the wall, clubs asses shakin'
Whose first? Take a dark ride in that hearse
Make her run down on your shirt
Won't be no waitin' for reasons cause I'mma bomb first
Sound like they using they work
[Hook]
Nah I'm Talking 'Bout lyrics - G-Unit
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I've been grinding my whole life, nigga
Fuck you talking 'bout?
I'm talking about eating, pushing that white, nigga
You know what I'm about
Front with my shit better come correct, nigga
Fuck you talking 'bout?
Talking about hitting a nigga with this Tec, nigga
Yeah, you know what I'm talking 'bout
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I've been unwrapping them bricks, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Bagging up pounds of kush with your bitch, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Stashing these pills, hoping they fit, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Don't worry about me and the Unit, we the shit, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I got million dollar schemes on my mind, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Them Cuban on, touch a link and shots flyin', nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
I'm still fucking three ho's at one time, faded
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Put my motherfucking game on her, now her mind's x-rated
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
I got my status up grinding, made it from the bottom like you
Southside nigga to a month in Cancun
Huge rocks poking, I don't need an AC
Banks going through everything B-I two G's
These niggas rapping now stupid
Bragging, they ain't never sold a unit (One unit!)
Acting like you will never do it
Don't wind up on the wall over music
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I can get it, get it for you for the low
Six-fifty nigga for an O
Blink, a kilo is out the door
Don't fuck around when I'm hustling bo
Got a hundred mill in my stash, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Motherfuck that bank, I got it in cash, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Everything cool here 'til I trip, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Having niggas hit you, your cousin then your bitch, nigga
[Hook]
[Bridge: Young Buck]
And I'm fresh out the pen back selling dope, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
50 said we ain't never going broke, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Just blew what your house cost on my neck, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Bitch better come find me she want a check, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
G-Unit, bitch
[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
The bitch only yours in the bed, nigga
These hoes ain't loyal, want bread winners
Hit perfection, stole bread, nigga
That's why S550 getting head, nigga
European bitches crazy ass with funny accents
Euros in my back, trunk full of white boy, One Direction
On that I-9-5, Heckler for protection
One minute I'm home, next I'm in Rome, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Passport gang, my phone's on roam, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
G5 flight, I'm in my zone, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Why your bitch giving me dome, nigga?
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Verse 5: Kidd Kidd]
Rock O's, but you ain't even know it
Big Rosco, can't even hold it
This hot dough, but I ain't even sold it
Get your wig split, I ain't need to sew it
We ain't cool, nigga, yesterday paper, old news, nigga
Everything brand new, nigga
I've been shitting, check your bathroom, nigga
Big watch, I'm big time
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
My neck blink and my whip shine
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Stick it in the freezer 'til it get silent
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
All my life I've been grinding
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Now y'all know
[Hook]
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Y'all niggas act like y'all don't know what I'm talking 'bout
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
You can fuck around if you want and get your ass laid out
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
This is the Unit
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
The mighty, mighty Unit
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
Ordinary lyrics - G-Unit
(originally by Trey Songz)
[Intro: 50 Cent]
G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
Ha ha! WOOOOO!
[50 Cent:]
That's ordinary, this excellence, when I fuck up, I correct the shit
Let security, come get this bitch, my nigga, I said come get this bitch
Nigga tryna shine with my diamonds shinin, they say they're grindin, no never mind it
That's ordinary, that Burberry, fuck what it costs, we don't rock that shit
That new Rolls ain't new to me, six months ago, I got that shit
You know a nigga a beast when I'm out on the street; frozen cube and frozen Jesus piece
Your main hoe be stalkin me, I had to block the bitch on my IG
Postin pictures where I be, tell that other regular shit she wan' try me
C'mon!
[Chorus: Trey Songz sample]
Don't you hate an ordinary nigga? (I do)
Drinkin on ordinary liquor (we don't)
Niggaz spendin ordinary money (whoa-oh-oh-oh)
We don't ever fuck with basic bitches (that sounds crazy)
Your bitch got on ordinary heels (boy what you doin?)
Can't tell you how ordinary feels (oh-ohh-ohh)
I pull, I pull, any girl and she's with it (she with it)
I'ma, hook her, up with other bitches
[Kidd Kidd:]
(Hot Boy) with cold (Cash), check out my N.O. swag
Nothin fresher than toe tags when I pull the trigger at yo' ass
Rap niggaz got no chance, I ain't even go in my bag
Run through paper like a notepad, what you know about it with yo' broke ass?
All my mind irregular, all you smoke is regular
And your hoe's too regular, find a runway and go step it up
I do this on the regular, base is you basic
Same shit, you ordinary; [?] in a mortuary, huh!
[Young Buck:]
Stepped the game up and tip the bitch, them niggaz you were with ain't used to shit
I put ten bands in her hand; fucked then sent her home to her man
She said, "Don't you hate an ordinary nigga?"
Pour up a fo', I ain't drinkin on ordinary liquor
This syrup got my belt holdin up these Levi britches
For real, I look like drug money but I keep my bitch ridiculous
I said "Baby, I'm the realest, even though I'm not the richest"
I'm still gon' bet 50 these fifty racks ma holdin figures
What you wanna do? We all got bands
[Interlude: Trey Songz sample (50 Cent)]
He ordinary, ordinary (whatever you wan' do)
Ordinary, ordinary, whoa-ordinary, ordinary (yeah)
Ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary (nigga got on regular shit)
Whoa-ordinary, ordinary (AOWWWWW!)
[Lloyd Banks:]
Don't think I'ma choose, kickin back, foreign shoes
Watch me make and break all the rules.. do all the moves
Eye candy out of yo' dream, feel me out, I'm on steam
Please, I'm out of your league, Visa's found in my jeans, these 2014's
Please deny to your fiends, normal walls, I ain't been, all my girls, you a ten
Thank the Lord I ain't them, in the store, I ain't spend
Spendin time'll get me nowhere, I'm mismatchin the whole year
Peace sign to 'em like "Later," countin these stacks when the slip clear
[Tony Yayo:]
She shop on cloud 9, live on Saks 5th
Her closet game on some Kim Kardash' shit
Draft night, she lookin for a first round pick
Shorty thinks I'm Andrew Wiggins, tryna fuckin hit
The nothin in her lifestyle basic
Canary Island, black sand and Chanel slips
...I said this girl is extraordinary
"Monster Ball" the movie, get to fuckin, she like Halle Berry
[Chorus]
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