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

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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

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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