Like A Dog lyrics - G-Unit
It's the Unit
You gotta know how we do it
I Put the seat back when we rolling
I Let the system thump when we coasting
I had the tre pound with me cock
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
Niggas say they know me
I don't know them
They say we came up together
I don't owe them
A motherfucking thing
I'll Make you hot
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
A nigga try smoke me
I'm gone smoke him
When I say I'm all in
I mean I'm all in
Nigga you blink shell cases just fall in
You fucking with the police?
Well you better call em'
Cause I'm a reload my shit
And come right back
You know different day
Same shit with the same strap
Me I gotta get it
I gotta get my bread
I pin a bitch a freak
Huh, She got to give me head
I got a reputation
I stay with the burner
I call it putting work in
The D's call it murder
So half and half with my cold D
We only got one pill
It's one pistol, one target, one shot, one kill
I Put the seat back when we rolling
I Let the system thump when we coasting
I had the tre pound with me cock
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
Niggas say they know me
I don't know them
They say we came up together
I don't owe them
A motherfucking thing
I'll Make you hot
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
I'm a beast, (boss), gangster, goon
Grab my knife, my gun, my vest
It's on
Lay a nigga on his lawn
Versace style
Got my 44 alone in my Versace now
Hold my foot kilos
Switch cars trying to b-low
I touch more Dior
Then got a line away
I shooting windows, doors and parked cars
80 grand on your head, OH God
Tripod in the arnarge
It's so hard
I can charge it on the gold card or black card
I'm a be in Italy when they pop your noodles
Nigga 7 star shit eating lobster strudels
I Put the seat back when we rolling
I Let the system thump when we coasting
I had the tre pound with me cock
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
Niggas say they know me
I don't know them
They say we came up together
I don't owe them
A motherfucking thing
I'll Make you hot
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
Hopping out of something foreign
Bumping oreen
I'm B, I'm not the one for sparing
I'll gun your car in
Watch the game at the garden
Next to Martin
Here to spite me barking, he's sleep walking
I'm hollow tilting, Champagne bottles open
Chronic smoking
Even the models groping
My pockets pocking
The games sick, I'm the potion
I be proofing
And I flow like the ocean
Machines make movies
You can be the poster
You're Over
I'll tell the media your mediocre
I push your big body
You're riding in the mini-vans
I fuck like Will
And smoke like the Indians
I Put the seat back when we rolling
I Let the system thump when we coasting
I had the tre pound with me cock
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
Niggas say they know me
I don't know them
They say we came up together
I don't owe them
A motherfucking thing
I'll Make you hot
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
The Mechanic lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Tony Yayo)
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Niggas trying to front? We move on them
One up 'side the waist, squeeze the Ruge on them
Next day we outside like who want it?
Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them
Yeah, niggas want to front? We move on them
Go through that block they pump, wave that Uzi at them
Next day we in the hoopties looking for them
Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them
[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)]
I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
(Called the mechanic, Niggas on that snitch shit
Talking that slick shit)
I know how to fix this
I'm the Mechanic
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
With a hard head; a nigga head open, he soft
I provide these services, we breaking them off
I'm a familiar face from the land of the lost
I used to be a worker bee, now a nigga a boss
It's like every now and then I'm back to being a Mechanic
I split a nigga head, I'm a grease monkey with it
My Momma told me "Baby Boy, the Lord going to bless us"
The dope bought us shit the food stamps couldn't get us
Man, they don't understand, we were just trying to make it
But where I'm from if you want shit, you got to take it
I'm a Trojan of War, I get it done like Achilles
My Tre pound will cut a nigga down on the str-id-eets (streets)
I never had drama with Spics, Jews, or Guineas
But once over a bitch a nigga tried to kill me
I was coming out his projects, I let off the semi
You asking about Nedgme, they know me
[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)]
I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
Talking that slick shit)
I know how to fix this
I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
Talking that slick shit)
I know how to fix this
I'm the Mechanic
[Bridge: Tony Yayo]
We don't play that pussy shit, we move on them
We put that work in, nigga, we move on them
Shorty, I know you ain't scared. We move on them
Here, the hammer right here. Now move on them
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Niggas is loose, I grab the cig and tighten niggas up
I lost my path in the dark, I'm lighting niggas up
I'm the school yard with your kid playing dodge ball
Then out come the hammer, can shorty dodge those?
I got a few screws missing, maybe even a bolt
A few shooters with me, down to go for the fall
I say "Get'em!" they get to killing like I'm running the court
Then get down with these around. The hulks in your throat
This is not amateur night and this ain't the Apollo
Ain't nothing saying the sun is coming out tomorrow
Your arm is broke and the promise of Death is coming
So if you want for me that homicide, I'm gunning
[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)]
I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
Talking that slick shit)
I know how to fix this
I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
Talking that slick shit)
I know how to fix this
I'm the Mechanic
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Money buys guns, paranoia comes
When the drama comes, go ahead pussy run
Friends turned foes, Daddy girl's turn hoes
In the penitentiary hearts turn cold
Some turn snitch for State's evidence
While the big boys with the blow keep getting rich
When the drama comes they way they don't fucking panic
They hop on the phone quick to holler at mechanics
[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)]
I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
Talking that slick shit)
I know how to fix this
I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
Talking that slick shit)
I know how to fix this
I'm the Mechanic
I'm Leavin' lyrics - G-Unit
I'm leavin, on the next plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
I'm a Southside nigga you could find me where the money at
Find me in your crib with the nina where that money at
See me I found that remedy to stop from telling
I'll put the ruger to your forehead, pop your melon
See me I gets busy, front and it's a wrizzy
I move with the Semis, zip zip through the city
The law can't get me, the Lord gotta get me
I make shit hot, then lay low till it fizzy
You think you know Fiddy?! You don't know Fiddy!
In a S-5 fiddy, the fo' fo' with me
My man Yayizzy stay off the hizzy
Sell fiends whizzy, they smoke crack till they dizzy (OH!)
Your man Joey Crack, I told him before
He don't want it with me, YOU PUSSY FAT BOY!
You wanna go to war? Ok Ok I'll go to war?!
Catch ya slippin put ya put ya brains on the floor
I'm leavin, on the next plane
D's ran up in my crib and found cocaine
Fingerprints on the hammers and heroin
Before I go back to jail I'm squeezin mayne
I'm a Southside nigga you could find me where the money at
Find me in your crib with the nina where that money at
See me I found that remedy to stop from telling
I'll put the ruger to your forehead, pop your melon
Look! The television caters to pop, not violent hits (Yeah!)
The Unit ain't fall off it's all politics (WE THE BEST!)
Niggas don't throw rights they throw hollow tips
And they don't wanna get married they want model chicks (TELL 'EM BANKS!)
Sex, liquor and dough, bottle piff
Fuck buyin the Phantom, I'll just borrowed Fif's
Yesterday's that is tomorrow's this
From a land and a hill to a Colorado cliff
Nigga you violate me I'm sendin' you to God
I'm no peacemaker, that's my jeweler's job (FUCK THAT!)
I spit it how I live it nigga you the fraud!
Put my weight on your back you wouldn't move the yard
I'm leavin, on the next plane
D's ran up in my crib and found cocaine
Fingerprints on the hammers and heroin
Before I go back to jail I'm squeezin mayne
I'm a Southside nigga you could find me where the money at
Find me in your crib with the nina where that money at
See me I found that remedy to stop from telling
I'll put the ruger to your forehead, pop your melon
Yeah! Aiyyo! Touch one of mine, I'll touch one of yours
Send us to the hospital, I'll send yours to the morgue
I'm like Jesus to the hood, and God to the industry
All 50's enemies are all of my enemies (WOOOOOOOO!)
I'm a smoker O.G. kush in the jar
Drop the top on the Lamb place the poker with car
Glock automatic yo, bitch got a fatty yo
Fourteen bricks, Pablo killin Fabio
I'm tryin to put 700's they didn't made them yet
Yep! They got 'em now baby, the F-700's crazy!
Why buy the refrigerator doors
I blend up the D and cook up the hard
I'm leavin, on the next plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Yeah! I watched Rap City!
I see this fat nigga Joe up there frontin
Don't nobody like this nigga's shit, this nigga's wack son!
That nigga J. Holiday is the new nigga, and he's makin the shit hot!
Niggas really don't wanna hear your fatass nigga!
Shit is wack son! Tell ya straight up nigga!
And I'm easy to find nigga!
You can't find me, look in the motherfuckin Yellow Pages!
I'm right across the street from Madison Square Garden
Everybody come there for a motherfuckin interview!
Everybody come and talk to me when they need to take a meetin!
WHY YOU CAN'T FIND ME?! HUH!?
HARD TO FIND A NIGGA THAT YOU KNOW GOT A GUN!?
RIGHT?! HARD TO FIND A NIGGA THAT YOU KNOW RIDIN 'ROUND IN BULLETPROOF SHIT!
HARD TO FIND NIGGA HUH?!
WELL, NOW YOU GOT MY UNDIVIDED INDIVIDUAL ATTENTION!
I'm ON YOUR ASS NOW!
Rider 4 Real lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
RRRRRRRRRR!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin you so long
The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your bitch throw a song in your new whip
[Young Buck:]
Nigga it's G-Unit, fuck your click
Like syphillis bitch you stuck with this
I'm on you, niggas, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head
[50 Cent:]
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head
[Lloyd Banks:]
I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw
Big ass check, they show our score
I pull the dough out, and roll out, the cream azure
The fo'-fo' out, I know 'bout the keys of war
I'm hot - five hundred degress or more!
My door block an M16 or more
I'm in the store coppin shit you ain't seen before
Black card swipe, green galore
[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah, I said these niggas stop talkin then stop worryin
The feds keep comin, the money we buryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in the cream Porsche
I let that thing off, I turn to T-wolf
I drive a spaceship, nigga 2008 shit
Her made kicks on, I stay in some eight shit
Niggas on some apeshit, they all get hit
Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip
[50 Cent:]
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head
Bottom Girl lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
This is! (This is!) 50 (50) This is the Unit! The G-G-G-Unit
It feels good, I mean real good
It's like the beginning man, WOOOOOOO WEEEEEEEEEEE!
Baby I put my teflon on I'll be your knight in shinnin armor (YEAH!)
It's five hundred horses in the land of the llama
My pockets all chunky my jewels all chunky
Your ass all chunky it stands like a donkey (AHHHHHHHHHH!)
I want you like you want me you like me alot?
Now follow my instructions I'll take you to the top
I'm a drill it in your head get the bread get the bread
Your fuckin with the kid lick the balls get the head
Uh oh! I can be your motivation baby
You can be my first and leading lady
Now I want you happy that you waited, for me to put you down
(You should be happy girl!)
Uh oh! I'm pimpin and I'm not afraid to say it
I'm heavy in the game look I don't play bitch
All the other girls are money makin, but you know who you are
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one, I put the rock on
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one, I put the rock on
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for
[Tony Yayo (50 Cent):]
I'll blow the back out, so she love the kid (YEAH!)
I jump bail and I lay up at her mama crib
She my bottom bitch, I put her through alot of shit (I know!)
The passport fraud, the gun cases smackin shit (WOOOO!)
I'm in the Ritz y'all I got the Cris y'all
Monte Cristo, with my new ho
I'm gettin new dough, I'm gettin new money
I love my bottom bitch, cause she'll shoot for me (HEY!)
[50 Cent:]
Uh oh! I can be your motivation baby
You can be my first and leading lady
Now I want you happy that you waited, for me to put you down
(You should be happy girl!)
Uh oh! I'm pimpin and I'm not afraid to say it
I'm heavy in the game look I don't play bitch
All the other girls are money makin, but you know who you are
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one, I put the rock on
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one, I put the rock on
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for
[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent):]
Yeah, I ain't somethin like the mack I'm better
Baby girl wouldn't leave if I let het (What you say!)
Go getta, I told her when I met her
That I ain't 'gon sweat her, let the welfare get her (AHHHHHHHHH!)
Cause I'm a move on, I'm a cool don (YEAH!)
LL Cool Chris, miracle whips (What!)
It's tracks for the track or whatever you flip
And I ain't on no lovey dove shit (AS WE PROCEED!)
[50 Cent:]
Your my boooooottom girl (TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED)
Your the one, I put the rock on
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for (It's the incredible!)
Your my boooooottom girl (THE INVINCIBLE)
Your the one, I put the rock on (UNIT!)
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for
Please, listen to my demo
Please, please, please listen to my demo
Please, listen to my demo
Please, please, please listen to my demo
Yeah! Do it for free me, download it!
Thisis50.com
Paper Chaser lyrics - G-Unit
Its 50 man its easy when you fuck with me man
You don't believe me you ask banks you ask yayo
The first thing they goin say is
I got money and lots of jewels and fancy cars
The bitches fuck with me 'cause I'm a paper chaser
Paid my dues and now I cruise with movie stars
The bitches fuck with me 'cause I'm a paper chaser
Why must I be like dat
Why must I chase a stack
I got to get mo money
I think big I think bread
Matter of fact I think big bread kid
I'm on dat g5 50 fuck the jet blue shit
I get first class ass what you know about dis
Back shots in back of maybachs the seat back kid
I got deep in dat kitty cat I did I did
With the lionel richie playin
Its easy like sunday mornin
You should hear the type of g a nigga
Spit when I'm on it
I'm like more money got to give it to me baby
I need more money got to give it to me girl girl
I got money and lots of jewels and fancy cars
The bitches fuck with me 'cause I'm a paper chaser
Paid my dues and now I cruise with movie stars
The bitches fuck with me 'cause I'm a paper chaser
Check me out uh
I smell like money baby
Look how the cameras flick
My hit game is insane can you handle it
I left a mark from here to los angeles
My neck wrist glamerous my breakfast canabis
I ain't dese washed up niggas I'm the new thang
They couldn't catch me
With a knot in my shoe string
And while were on the subject
Check out my shoe game there's four g's on em
I cross seas on em
I'm alergic to snitches I might sneeze on em
Put cheese on em make everybody squeeze on em
The white sheets on em dirt and leaves on em
Concrete on em you concreep on em
I got money and lots of jewels and fancy cars
The bitches fuck with me 'cause I'm a paper chaser
Paid my dues and now I cruise with movie stars
The bitches fuck with me 'cause I'm a paper chaser
Herme cologne herme soles herme hat herme coat
Gucci glasses cartier belt
Purple tag shirt leatherful vest
Homie prada's match that nigga now I'm dressed
Got 5 on my feet 40 on ma neck
20 on ma wrist 10 on my pinky
That's the right pinky but the left pink
Gimmie freaky freaky girls like pinky
My money long I can get rambo touched
I'm in that 2010 lambo truck
Doors up rims high these niggas gon' die
I bullet proof my vehicles anytime they try... yeah
I got money and lots of jewels and fancy cars
The bitches fuck with me 'cause I'm a paper chaser
Paid my dues and now I cruise with movie stars
The bitches fuck with me 'cause I'm a paper chaser
I'm 'Bout That lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
I'm in the hood man...
I'm in the hood all the time man; fo' real son
I come back from a tour... I come through, you kno'msayin'?
I switch up, I've got mad cars and shit like dat. (HAHA)
But niggas, niggas look at that Suburban like...
Is it that black joint come to the black? That's Fif'; like their son!
Niggas know that's bulletproof, bomb bulletproof, .8-proof!
Shoot a big gun, that's should be like: "ping, ping!"
[50 Cent:]
Easy man!
Niggas better be easy, man. {Whoooooo!}
Come around man, this niggas speak, man
Actin' like I ain't 'bout that
I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [*shot*] {OOH!}
I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that! [*2 shots*] {DAMN!}
Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! [*shot*] {Whoooo!}
Ridin' witta full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [*gunshot*] {DAMN!}
Front on me, get away, I doubt that! [*shot*] {OOH!}
Want to tell that D's; yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha .5th in ya mouth, Jack! {50 Cent!} [*gunshot*]
[Tony Yayo:]
Ayo! - Four door Porsh' comin' out in 2-0-9
Thanks to Curits Jackson, I've already got mine, I shine! (Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-oooooooooooooohhhhhh!)
Yay's still livin' the crime route
Dilver my dimes out, when TNT outta call it time out. {DAMN!} [*explode*]
I blow four charges if I do-own (come on!)
My fiends going to the rehab like Winehouse
You know I got my shine's out love they way the wezzey look
Rob cop dezzey hype your runnin like Reggie Bush. (BRING IT DOWN DOWN!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooo}
Money green anit got these in the US (what else?) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
600 Euros! - I cop these in Paris. (yeeeah!)
Back from Japan look from the D-Van (uh-huh!)
Jump in the booth turn into E man. (uh-huuuh!) {LET'S GO!}
Go to the strip go to the D man (uh-huuuh!)
Find some hoes in the club turn to the E man. [*scream*]
Smoke more weed than the damn weed man [*sniff*]
More durgs more guns - I'm D, man! (YEEEEAH!) [*gunshot*]
[50 Cent:]
I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that! [*shot*]
Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [*2 shots*]
That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! [*gunshot*] {Whooooo!}
Ridin' witta full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [*shot*] {DAMN!}
Front on me, get away, I doubt that! [*2 shots*] {OOH!}
Want to tell that D's; yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha .5th in ya mouth, Jack! {50 Cent!} [*gunshot*]
[Lloyd Bank$:]
Hey! - I'm that nigga (yeah!) - on Yack liquor, (yeah!)
Stack flipper - Cadillac whipper. (uh!)
Automatic gripper 500 hundred dolla slippa (uh-huh!)
So I smoke like Boundy - so I'm comin' by the zipper (uuuuuuuuuh ooooooohhhhhh!) [*gunshot*]
Nigga {Whoooo!} - I climb like up the parkin lot, party stop! (uh!)
30 deep, Bentleys Lambo', Ferrari guap. (yeah!)
Niggas act like they family till sombody shot (yeah!)
Bodies drop niggas tell skip town like they livin' in a cell [*shot*] {OOH!}
See me out inna bout the chrome is with' me (yeah!)
Before I give up my chain I'm rollin' kidney. (yeah!)
I'm so cripsy - out in Sydney (uh-huh!)
Stampeed the rececption they give me. (whooo!) [*explode*] {HAHA!}
7-60 - you try to play meeee
The blood will flow faster than the OJ. (crazy!) {LLOYD BANK$!}
Bank$! - You never seen a legend on wheels (uh-'uuuh!)
No, not that accura the man with the mills - I'll!
[50 Cent:]
I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that!
Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! [*shot*] {Whoooo!}
Ridin' witta full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [*gunshot*] {DAMN!}
Front on me, get away, I doubt that! [*2 shots*] {OOH!}
Want to tell that D's; yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha .5th in ya mouth, Jack! {50 Cent!}
I said I'm 'bout it, 'bout it! - I'm 'bout it, 'bout it!
I push the coupey you see in books a crowd around it
Lows drop 'til they y'all like a yellow yacht - sun gleemin'
.40-Glock - right here cock it in suns schemin'. [*gunshot*] {Whoooooo!}
I ain't the vison of the fans shit, Marshall whips with big wheels
Bad bitches on big hills and Lugosi eatin' the big deals
I'm careful with pussy, pussy, cause pussy that shit kill
What your life like? - My is like a rollercoster. [*scream*]
Life around the toster, poppin off, I brouch you
On that bullshit, I flip quick! - Let off of a full clip
It's the no one, when they saw 'em. [*gunshot*] - I don't give a fuck! {DAAAAMN!}
If I'm right and if I'm wrong - we hit 'em and we gone! {50 Cent!}
Leave a nigga on it, it's long - early in the morn'
We up with the birds, to put it in word is born
Give it a set dress! - We can write we rest
Put a hole in his chest, my niggas do it the best! [*2 shots*]
I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [*shot*] {OOH!}
I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that! [*gunshot*] {Whoooo!}
Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! [*2 shots*] {DAMN!}
Ridin' witta full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [*shot*]
Front on me, get away, I doubt that! [*shot*]
Want to tell that D's; yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha .5th in ya mouth, Jack! {50 Cent!} [*gunshot*]
Whoooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
Damn! G-Unit Radio, G-Unit Staturdays!
Go cop "T*O*S" and "Blood In The Sand" game and you know what go cop!
50x50 book too!
Man know what I'm 'bout that...
Ha!
DJ Whoo Kid!
Fat Joe I've got yo' baby!
Daaaaaaaaammn!
FUCK FAT JOE!
Be Good To Me lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
You gotta love it
(You got to be good to me)
Yea you gotta figure out how to make me feel special
(I'm going be good to you)
And I'll be good to you
I'll treat you how you need to be treated
(You got to be good to me)
You got to be all I need you to be baby
(I'm going be good to you)
And I'll make you feel like OHH MY God
I'm a 360 nigga, 730 all the way dirty
I got that burner on me now, you heard me
Tasted the good life twice, rap and shooting dice
Hell naw, I ain't put my head between her legs
Smelled like a philly wood grain
Bitch I'm balling, in a Bentley continental see bitch I'm hauling
You got to want to win like I want to win and do things my way
If not I'll put your ass out on the highway
I'm a bad judge of character, I know that shit
Man time don't fly when you fuck with the wrong bitch
I mean damn why you come to me bitch
What you want from me bitch
You're like the boogey man, your haunting me bitch
I give you money, you spend that, and come back
Like you need a new stack
I'm puzzled now, how the fuck you blow that
You got a nigga on the side, well you should have him full time
Go fuck up his shit instead of mine
Go get, punk bitch
(You got to be good to me)
I don't need you round here, no way
A mufuckin headache, you understand what I'm saying
(I'm going be good to you)
Look my motherfucking head hurts right now cause of your punk ass
Bitch, why don't you find something constructive to do
(You got to be good to me)
You know, KILL YOUSELF
G-Go on kill yourself
(I'm going be good to you)
Go on to the bathroom, open the cabinet, and eat the pills
[Lloyd Banks:]
She loves you when your paper thick
It looks like your making it
In and out the town fresh, Audi R8'ing it
Freak fest, south beach, mardi gras taping it
In the club balling on my party hard take and shit
V.I.P.'ing on her, you ain't even got a place to sit
Smoking piff, you'll cough, every time you take a hit
Well mama got me stuck, look how she shake her hip
She ain't used to this shit but I'm a make it fit
She wants a sex drive, she wants a new one
I'll do you one better, I won't cum 'til you cum
A joint account'll turn one bum to two bums
Dealing with a chick that can't even walk and chew gum
Money don't solve the problems, it prolongs it
You don't want things to get better, you just want shit
Ain't nobody happy bout me and you, they all sick
Bitch you had swagger, but mine reinforced it
Everything you had lost it
[50 Cent:]
Man, you should be happy you got rid of that bitch man
(You got to be good to me)
She wasn't even worth the shoes she walked out in
(I'm going be good to you)
I know you want the mufucking shoes back
Them mufuckers were hot man
I ain't going to front
Fin' tell my bitch
(You got to be good to me)
"Man you need to get you a pair of those shoes man, Banks said those things looking good"
(I'm going be good to you)
I'm a real nigga, Tonys that bitch nigga, how much money you got nigga
[Tony Yayo:]
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's super nigga
With 5 acres and a mule and the coupe is bigger
You gone trip on that ho, you a stupid nigga
I'm a P.I.M.P. not cupid nigga
Ho pimping all day bitch, this ain't a hobby
My name Tony, not Paul McCartney
I'm in a 7 star suite, Dutchin' my haze
Remote in my hand, model bitch on my mate
Baby girl want Chloe and Fende spars
She wants to fly to L.A. and live like a star
She wants to eat lobster and caviar
But we eat Burger King and we fuck in the car
I'll be far from your friend and your lover
I hit a bitch off, drop her off, and burn rubber
Pull out the rubber, can't get a dime, it's bad enough Uncle Sam trying to take mine
Shiiiiiiitttttttt
[50 Cent:]
Damn nigga, a bitch can't even get a pair of shoes
(You got to be good to me)
Man you ain't going to be able to keep no bitch like that man
(I'm going be good to you)
I'll tell you, I started out the same way
I mean even in the projects
(You got to be good to me)
Bitch didn't pay attention for all that
Know what I'm talking about
(I'm going be good to you)
I started out like that too
Now I buy 'em whatever they want
Haha
You Need Me lyrics - G-Unit
Yeah. It's 50...
Look you need me man
You need me
I mean you hate me
But you need me
Cause I got the best product man
I mean look, it's pure, it's pure as snow...
I'm a south side nigga I'm warning you
You could get smoked when I come through, okay, okay
If sellin cocaine is what you tryna do
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay... (50 Cent!)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I wanna spend
And now Ima grind, Ima stack, and Ima do it again, okay, okay
Lemme show you how
Lemme show you how
I can show you how
Lemme show you how!...
This is that Porche GT shit
That Baltimore G shit
That body-bag, dope fiend dead off OD shit
Fish scale cookin' I'm Chef-Boyar-50
I get my hands on that paper y'all need to fuck with' me, bitch
Who want the dice, pray the outcomes nice, like 7 or 11 Ima winner
Pick up the chips, better yet bitch pick up the bricks
Tell the valet to bring us the whip
Look at the Vegas lights
I told ya I'll light up ya life
Pull up to the floor in a Ricky Hatton fight
Ima champion baby... A little bit crazy
But crazy's unpredictable and that's entertaining
So you hear the boss up, concrete blue, gossip
Media take out, let 'em talk while I cake out
I can't be more then me
But you can make me out to be what you want me to be... 50!
It's just a pinch man
It's a sample
You're not supposed to get high
Off the sample
You're just supposed to feel a buzz
I'm not tryna get you where you need to go, with this...
I'm just havin' fun, you know?
Probably waiting for a next verse
Well there's not a next verse comin!
I'm just playing man
Well you could take a bag of this right here
We'll call this right here the body bag
Lemme put a stamp on this dope right here
Yeah that blue magic shit Jay gave you
But I know you need to get high again
Nigga if life is a gamble roll the dice
If the Feds kick the door then it's natural life, okay, okay
I got the dope in the vice, 8 pots on the stove
Move 8 bricks on about 8 hoes, okay, okay...
I ain't a Frank Lucas lover, Ima block hugger
I respect real G's like Don Fischer
I ain't ya middle man
I'm ya boss man, Pablo Escobar
King of New York man
King of the coke man
King of the dope man
Work got got, It's fresh off the boat man
Ask fish bone if I had fish scale
Jump in the '6 let that bitch fish scale
For real...!
It feels like silk!
This is that Sin City
Golden Navy
Players Club
Sue's Rendezvous
I mean this is like head!
Good Sex!
Now watch this climax!
I'll take it to the next level...
Come on...
There's a lot of product out there
But I'm the pure thing
4 rings, Ross-niggas, the guns
And court swings
Hip-Hop-Heroine
I'm better then whoever
When I inject the medicine it turns into a fetish
Fettuccini when I dine
Rap, White Line
Wanna recline
My jewels blind
I got a 89' grind
My Mercedes ride by 'em
My ladies top dime
I line 'em up, I ain't here to make friends, I'm bout a buck
I man the game like a corner
Everybody cut-throatin' hopin' they can catch a come up run up on a nigga jokin'
You strong enough for smokin?
That 2K raw
No bag, come back, You get what you paid for
Whore...!
Make Me Feel Good lyrics - G-Unit
("I'm in love again") I keep sayin', I don't love these hoes
I keep sayin' I don't love these hoes (Man I don't love 'em man)
("I'm in love again") I keep sayin', I don't love these hoes
I keep sayin' I don't love these hoes, but she make me feel ("GOOD")
Ma you make me feel ("GOOD") Miss you make me feel ("GOOD")
Girl you make me feel ("GOOD") Bitch you make me feel ("GOOD")
Ma you make me feel ("GOOD") Miss you make me feel ("GOOD")
Girl you make me feel ("GOOD") Girl you make me feel ("GOOD")
My Cavalli bitch stay in L.A
And my Prada mami live in B.K. (Ha Ha!)
You know my Chloe ho, she hold a fo'-fo'
Buy her a bag, she ride it like a rodeo
I miss my Fendi chick - used to be a Wendy's bitch
I had to supersize her; now she lookin' proper
The price of good pussy ain't always worth it
It can make you insane or get you murdered
And shorty layin' on her back while your blowin' trial
So don't trust a big butt and a smile (Naaah!)
And shorty layin' on her back while you're blowin' trial
So don't trust a big butt and a smile, you heard me? (Ah-uh, Ah-uh)
("I'm in love again") I keep sayin', I don't love these hoes
I keep sayin' I don't love these hoes (Man I don't love 'em man)
("I'm in love again") I keep sayin', I don't love these hoes
I keep sayin' I don't love these hoes, but she make me feel ("GOOD")
Ma you make me feel ("GOOD") Miss you make me feel ("GOOD")
Girl you make me feel ("GOOD") Bitch you make me feel ("GOOD")
Ma you make me feel ("GOOD") Miss you make me feel ("GOOD")
Girl you make me feel ("GOOD") Girl you make me feel ("GOOD")
Special - I'm a special kind of nigga
Look at my life, baby girl; everything's bigger
The stash is bigger; my cash is bigger
Your friend's cute, but you for me - see your ass is bigger
I'm into bigger things; me, I like bigger shit
A nigga stunt in front of me, I buy a bigger whip
The beef pop off, I'm lettin' off a bigger clip
We swallow champagne; them niggas takin' little sips
I fucked a wack bitch; she said I had a little dick
She had a big pussy, real, real big, kid
I buy big cribs; man I fly on big jets
Motherfucker, I am as big as being big gets
("I'm in love again") I keep sayin', I don't love these hoes
I keep sayin' I don't love these hoes (Man I don't love 'em man)
("I'm in love again") I keep sayin', I don't love these hoes
I keep sayin' I don't love these hoes, but she make me feel ("GOOD")
Ma you make me feel ("GOOD") Miss you make me feel ("GOOD")
Girl you make me feel ("GOOD") Bitch you make me feel ("GOOD")
Ma you make me feel ("GOOD") Miss you make me feel ("GOOD")
Girl you make me feel ("GOOD") Girl you make me feel ("GOOD")
They say, "Banks I love you," and I say I love me too
They throwin' it right at me; what the fuck am I 'posed to do?
Return her to a [?] and a couple are overdue
When I'm done what I do, I'm dumpin' 'her on the crew
And this is e'ryday - won't stop till I'm old and grey
I drop in the M.I.A.; pop when I'm on my stay
Shop, then I'm on my way; first class to the A
I got a show later today; a small paper to play
I'm too grown for rookie shit, too covered to get pussy whipped
Keep a extra bitch around in case you want her pussy licked
That I'll never do; that's inedible
I got somethin' better boo; my pipe game incredible
("I'm in love again") I keep sayin', I don't love these hoes
I keep sayin' I don't love these hoes (Man I don't love 'em man)
("I'm in love again") I keep sayin', I don't love these hoes
I keep sayin' I don't love these hoes, but she make me feel ("GOOD")
Ma you make me feel ("GOOD") Miss you make me feel ("GOOD")
Girl you make me feel ("GOOD") Bitch you make me feel ("GOOD")
Ma you make me feel ("GOOD") Miss you make me feel ("GOOD")
Girl you make me feel ("GOOD") Girl you make me feel ("GOOD")
She calls me daddy, carries my Louis Vutton luggage
Frank Miller's my wrist and she's usin your money
These round-trip flights, dinners at Benihana's
I call in more bitches than Isiah Thomas and she love it
Them other hoes hate her, and plus her head game is better than Fantasia
Shawty I don't love you, I'm just feelin' good
I know I said I'd buy it, did you think I really would?
You know I'm still hood, six o'clock Jack in a Box
With your bitch at the drive-thru, you know how I do
So let's ride boo, we 'gon see
I be Brad Pitt, you be Angelina Jolie, or Jay-Z and B, ha ha!
("I'm in love again") I keep sayin', I don't love these hoes
I keep sayin' I don't love these hoes (Man I don't love 'em man)
("I'm in love again") I keep sayin', I don't love these hoes
I keep sayin' I don't love these hoes, but she make me feel ("GOOD")
Ma you make me feel ("GOOD") Miss you make me feel ("GOOD")
Girl you make me feel ("GOOD") Bitch you make me feel ("GOOD")
Ma you make me feel ("GOOD") Miss you make me feel ("GOOD")
Girl you make me feel ("GOOD") Girl you make me feel ("GOOD")
I'm Back - Another 70 Bars lyrics - Lloyd Banks
30 deep or on own your still a victim
5 niggas with me and then we goin jena 6 em
Next time don't speak without permission
You know you're not livin' like you're on television
Tell 'em why you mad at me
Cause your break's gone had to be
That to me is a allergy
Look at my neck that's a salary
And it don't take a battery to turn you into a casualty
Don't take a astron out the squeeze
Leave a New York weather for a tropic breeze
He's all about G's, G's turn to M's, M's turn to V's
V's turn corners into P's
Please you see me hurt, it ain't a question
Kicks all on that nigga, David Beckham
Punchline overflow over the limit in the Rover low
It move better over snow
I'll make it reign so long that my shoulder go
Only 25 but them ply like I'm older though
Nigga, who you think they imitate?
Nothin but food on my dinner plate
Watch how I demonstrate
I'm still ridin' dirty though, Glocks on the interstate
Roll down the window let the Audi A8 ventilate
Don't go bring the drama on the hymn
You'll get knock off like Obama if he wins
My skins is like the bottom of my timbs
Alligator print when I walk I limp
You niggas is playin fire in the dark
Don't play with gang green you'll lose a part
A toe, a couple, a foot, a fuckin leg, arm, a head, all over what the fucker said
Cool & calm, I'm palm, nothin' but the bread, oops, a lying, the lime with something red
Da toughest, Da flyest, Da coolest
No "yes man" around here just shooters
Look I'm Unit til' I die
It travel through my veins til' my blood runs dry
If a nigga did somethin he can't look you in the eye
He must got a chip give him a cookie on the side
Get high if you with me though
Yea My 4's are 54's
You can't see me on your tippie toes
I'm shinin' dinin' lighter than a hippie's clothes
I dream at ya lands, I gotta to get me those
I got platinum hands and I'm picky so
Don't step to me with your titties low
I'm saggin' cause I'm movin' with the magnum
I do it for murda they threw 25 at him
I do it for seth he took 20 more than that
A matter fact for my niggas that's never comin back
I'm north always and I'm fly like photo day
Old head I don't show no gray
I ain't puttin' up shit let the promoter pay
If not kids drop on their shoulder blades
It's the end of waiting you've been having
But I've been having my own that's why I've been dragging
On my road to the riches the custom made 6's
Same bar strippers and my hotel slippers
Dom Pérignon and more sippas
Friends, cousins, I even bone sisters
On christmas shit it was part of her wishlist
I act no hard to live with
Loyalty is goin extinct
These lil' half-brain niggas don't know how to think
I think ain't slowin' down my weed boy at the sink
My eyes match with the light, light go with the mink
G-Unit lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buck]
Vacate your home I come to break your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
A desert eagle and a black mack 10
They'll never know what happened
When we come through, them cowards dont want none
They screamin' that they murderas but walkin' with no guns
Come hear nigga don't run and die where your standin'
See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin'
Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement
These niggaz is talkin' thinkin' security gon' save 'em
Nobody gon' speak when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes and tell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The feins up all night, and the neighbors gettin' no sleep
You betta get used to it you know how we do it
Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.
[Chorus - 50 Cent:]
We got action where you don't
Show up places where you won't
G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit
[50 Cent]
Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am loco
Betta than so-so, the games in the choke hold
Diss me is a no-no I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the go-go
In L.A. they ride on low-low's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready it's heavy
65 chevy
Old school rollin' im holdin'
20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'
Gainin' his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'
Drop top glock cocked ready for the drama
Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them llama's
Non stop make it hot, we on top regardless
You can be the hardest
We'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us
We're not your average artists
My bitch is like a goddess
When paparazzi spot us
Cause flick after flick, same old shit that I kick, haha!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Guess who's back mothafucka gun and a clip
Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on none of 'em fit
Your hundreds is shorter I'll tell your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and a quarter, a couple cars and a lawyer
Counter packin' a bitch, and I'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was
I got expensive habits, I can't afford it cause
G-Unit is poppin' and we perform in all the clubs
Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise
She's givin' up the buns on her cushion
Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin'
And i'm leavin', on to the next city
Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tecks with me
I gotta go cause I'm gettin' older, you niggas ain't gettin' over
G-U-NIT
[Chorus]
Poppin' Them Thangs lyrics - G-Unit
[Hook x2]
[50 Cent]
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew (nigga what)
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs
[50 Cent]
After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out.
I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout
Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaks
You see back in the hood it's 'cause I see they fake
I preach a sermon about the paper like I'm creflo dollar
I'll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar
I'm confused; I like Megan, Monica and Mya.
Missy's freaky and Brandy's shy, uh
Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up.
I'm on now, god damn it I done came up.
Now you could find me with the finest hoes.
Choosin' which whip to drive by what match my clothes.
I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man
If I ain't gotta pistol on me, sure I got a knife man
Get outta line and I'm lightin' your ass up.
Semi-automatic spray, I'll tighten your ass up (what)
[Hook x2]
[Lloyd Banks]
Slow down little nigga
Don't exceed your speed
'Cause I will put G's on they fitted like the Negro league
I got connects so I don't need no weed
I've been in LA for a year now
So I don't see no seeds
After I'm done you clappin' the crew
Hell yeah, I fuck fans
Guess what your favorite rapper does too
In a minute I'ma have the jeweler makin' my rims spin
My crew run wild at the Jamaica's at Kingston
Nothin' but bling bling in you face boy
That's why my neck shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore
I done find a nympho as soon as I pop a bra
She had my balls head first just like a soccer star
You can only stand next to the man if you proper
you'll take care of birds like a animal doctor
Been out and I'm buzzin' niggas just slept on me
So I'm out for revenge like one of Bin Laden's cousins
[Hook x2]
[Young Buc]
Read the paper, look at the news
We one the front page
Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage
The ice and the Jacob watch make a broke nigga take somethin'
So I gotta keep the four fifth with no safety button
G-Unit getting' money
I know some artists is starvin'
But play the game like they rich to me this shit funny
I know you see me comin'
'Cause on the front of the Maybach
It say payback for those who hated on me
I hate when niggas claim they bangin' a gang
You ain't no crip like snoop
You ain't no blood like game
See I've been having beef
I have my own bullet proof vest
Most of my enemies dead I got about two left
Until my last breath I'm sendin' niggas bullet holes
Innocent bystanders get hit tryin' to be heroes
You know how we roll
Every where that we go
It's fo' fos', calicos, and desert eagles (yeah)
[Hook x2]
My Buddy lyrics - G-Unit
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life I'll stick 'em out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my little friend
[Lloyd Banks]
Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on
He ride with me when I pass the mall
And wait for me on the bench when I run a game of basketball
One squeeze will make a bastard fall
Gasp and crall
You need a bulletproof vest mask and all
Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?)
Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside of my home
He ain't never been broke he glitchless
So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infrared beam in the scope for distance
The best company when approaching business
He who ride with me to the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N.
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off
Last time he did the cops had the block all locked off
Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can
My finger tips sore for four hours I bagged grams
She meet him his destination hell or heaven
Cause I only bring em out for that 187
He don't have a heart I just keep feeding him shells
He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bell
Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me
They came I ran I had to toss my other little homie
Niggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid
I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base heads
These niggaz is lyin they just like they pretend
Keep fuckin' around they gon say hello to my little friend.
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
[Young Buck]
We been through it all yet we both still livin'
We been in a box but we both still spittin'
And when there was beef you even played your position
Got under the seat until we spotted our victim
At first they wouldn't listen to they heard you go off
Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York
And little did they know we was ready for war
Bet that nigga wished he'd never stick his head out the door
See whenever you come out something happen on the block
You the reason that nigga done stop rappin' like Pac
People see you ain't run and you even say shit
They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit
Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole
When the first one get out the next one go
To know where your headed you gotta know where you been
The glock stay with me we friends till the end.
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm So Hood lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Little Tyrone tired of gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down
His momma think it's my fault cause he listen to back down
Bobby was a fucking bum he pumpin' crack now
He keeps her fresh chicks white T's and fitted hats now
Uncle Rock-a-whiner we wont put the yack down
Eric had a jump shot but he's smoking crack now
The Lunatics the Lost Boys cheap shit is wack now
Country boots shrowden crackers got him on his back now
And Sean runnin' round with his fucking gat now
Up in niggaz cribs sayin' where that money at pound
And Saundra from BK I seen her out in Houston
That bitch travel the world she runnin' round boostin'
And Toya got these bad ass kids they a nusince
Their baby daddy's never come around they useless
Everynow and then I come through on some new shit
Pearly white six and some chrome deuce deuce.
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am.
So love me for being me.
I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am.
So love me for being me.
[50 Cent]
Now Im'a six man momma told me god don't like ugly
I fell scraped my face and thought god must don't love me
So Owen every morning before he sell dope
Niggaz keep whoopin' that ass cause he sell soap.
Charlie be beggin' all the time he stay broke
Flip be down on 109 rollin' up smoke
Chamie he a thief catch a stunt in a stolen car
He that nigga that you call when you crash and need new parts
They say they love me because I rap now but they don't like me
I've been locked up 3 times and they ain't write me
Stevey a punk but fucker said he could get em in quick
Pop shots at you he sure must suck a mean dick
The blocks hot D's jump out on us almost all the time
They watch us from the building but niggaz still be on the grime
Wade used to call the cops and tell them G had a nine
And G put that gun down the seat and said "it wasn't mine"
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Stunt 101 lyrics - G-Unit
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I'll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up
My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz
I'll teach you how to stunt
Nigga you can't see me
My Bentley GT got smoke-gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya man!
I'll teach you how to stunt
[50 Cent]
Seven series BM, Six series benz
Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims
R-1, one wheel when I'm on one of them
Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that's him
They say I've changed man, I'm getting paper, I'm flashy
They like me better when I'm fucked up and ashy
My royalty check's the rebirth of Liberace
Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me
And I don't really care if it's platinum or white gold
As long as the VS bling, look at that light show
In the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look right yo
Just can't believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
I'm fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low
Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga
Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rappin
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum
Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one
On point, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking
So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in
Yeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
I'm fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers
When it comes to stuntin' theres nothing you can teach us
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us
Naww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
Come with me out front, I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT
[Chorus]
[Young Buc]
Chain so icy, you don't have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed is the numbers on the range
I bought me an old school and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My sprewell's spinning man, I'm doing my thing
And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is getting old
The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold
G-Unit homie, actin' like yall don't know
Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen door let up on a car before
Don't be mad at me dog, that's all I know
That's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go
[Chorus]
Wanna Get To Know You lyrics - G-Unit
[Chorus:]
I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
One dose of my lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you crazy
I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of my lovin'
I'm really gonna drive you crazy
[Young Buc]
Im lovin' how you look in my eyes
Swingin' them hips when you pass
I'm visualizing my name tatooed on that ass baby
Jump on this Harley
Lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley
Sip some Bacardi
Then go pull up at the afterparty
I think we make a perfect couple
But you think I'm trouble
Maybe thats the reason you gave me the wrong number
She got me feeling like "maybe she the wrong woman"
Think im'a be chasin' the chicken head you own somethin'
Your toes painted hair fixed all the time
And your Gucci boots the same color as mine
If you read between the lines you can see that I want you
I betcha I have you doin' what you said that you won't do
Making decisions shorty good things don't last long
Your girlfriend keep showin' me that thong
Before I head home
Im'a stop at your house and blow the horn
If you come outside you know it's on (holla at your boy)
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Bitches be frustrated with the baller
Wonder why I don't call her
Maybe because I'm busy and she needs someone to spoil her
It gets annoying from time to time I gotta ignore her
In order to let her know we'll be friends and nothing more
She loves it when I'm in town
Hate it when I'm not around
I get her and wear down
Next door neighbors hear the sound
Pictures hittin' the ground
Just enough to hold us down
I'm stickin' n' moving cruising after the third round
Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy
I can make a 40 year old feel like a young lady
I admit I fell in love with her frame
And to make her feel special I let her call me by my government name
Her panties wet over fame
Fall in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer would she remain
Surrounding me hounding me trying to be my only
I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie.
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
(Yeah) What would fuck me up more
Watching her lick her lips
Or watching her walk she hypnotize me with her hips (yeah) man
I sweet talking her if she like
Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right right
Look I'm legit now used to break laws
Now you can reap the benefit of world tours
Big house big Benz girl it yours
Mink coats Italian shoes stones with no flaws
You ain't go to look like a model for me to adore you
All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
Don't Indulge in my past fuck what happened before you
Cause their be some homies gonna hate you that never saw you
Come here let my touch on you I let you touch on me
Put my tounge on you you put your tounge on me
Let me ride on you and you can ride on
We can do it all the night
We can have a balla tonight
[Chorus]
I wanna get to know you
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of my lovin'
I'm simply gonna drive you, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, lady
One dose of my lovin'
I'm really gonna drive you, crazy
[x2]
I wanna be your lover
I really understand you, baby
I want to be your lover
I really understand you, baby, baby, baby, baby.
Groupie Love lyrics - G-Unit
Yeah
G-unit
[Intro]
Ive been so many places
Ive seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that ive done fucked before
Ive been around the world
Ive meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) Im rich bitch
(Youve done heard of my name) 50 cent bitch
(Ima p.i.m.p) Ima pimp bitch
(You done heard about me) Coz im the shit bitch
Now things change at first they didnt want me now they want me
See a nigga gettin payed they wanna push up on me
You see these hoes chasing a nigga
Have em in a hotel casing a nigga
Treat me like a lollypop, lick me baby
Then lick Dr. Dre and Shady
[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love
[Tony Yayo]
Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick
Thats the reason these groupies is on my dick
Listen young and old these hoes is loose
Wintertimes the staircase summertimes the roof
Gimme 8 days in the 8th hommie im straight
Have a church girl on the bus move an wait
I got birds backstage the serious eye candy
I got birds in the hood so im in to birds with mary
My writing methods got me more hoes than Tyson Bedford
Icy necklace on the tour bus ass naked when I say jump
Bitch say how high and flag down a car when the shit drive by
Im a pimp like preety tone I got the info on the preety chrome
Fucking hoes over fifty four my name here weight you barely no
You on that R Kelly shit your bitch is barely grown
[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love
GGGGG GGGGG G-unit
[Lloyd Banks]
Is shorty aint feelin me shorty must like girls
Cuz I'm all you need in your world
Bitch I can make you famous u dont know what your missin
I can change your mind if you listen
If the bitch dont like me the bitch must dont like men (like men)
I say what I want coz I can
If I didnt id be a liar
Mommy im on fire
Come ride with a rider
The crowd say you might catch the king with a singer
For touching my doorbells the only way ill put a ring on your finger
Give me a convo with two cups an
Im in your bedroom fucking up your sheets like the ku klux klan
I shook hands wiv my fans and fuck em
Im in the hallways tryin to duck em
So I can climb in to somethin
My names B-A-N-K dollar sign bitch
Im a bigme to make that switch
Now come gimmie that
[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love
(Groupie love I love that shit)
[Outro]
Groupies come and groupies go
And they are allways at our show
So I grab me the tightest one and purseed straight to the mall
Shes so excited thats shes here with me that she feels she should pay here fee
And I did not disagree so she droped down to her knees
[X3]
Groupie love
Yeah
Betta Ask Somebody lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent]
I, know, you, know
I'm, on, fiiiii-re
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here niggaz'll do anything to reach a buck
Cause when you broke you can't afford to fuck ya sneakers up
I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
Learn how to seperate the real from the fake ones
And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on
My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone
From now on I can provide cause my paper's straight
Family losin his legs, but I can take the weight
Some niggaz hate but I'll be damned if they hold me down
Front niggaz didn't know me then, bet they know me now
Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown
Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down
While I'm in the world, tryin to bring my loot through
Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Young Buck]
Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some niggaz hate me, but they only made me
Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby (bling bling!)
G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats
Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks
This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this
Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler
Plus I probably done robbed mo' artists than Russell
Always in trouble, you can blame my mother
Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle
I ain't crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds
Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb
Keep my hand on my glock, and my ear to the streets
I'm a country boi, you can hear it when I speak
G-Unit!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
Bentley is all dreams, G-5 agendas
Tha hood'll make a nigga heart colder than December (yeah!)
Don't take much to make my gun go off
One shot'll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!)
If you don't know you betta ask who I be
Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV
Down in the Lou', they say they feelin me derrty
In New Orleans they say I'm that nigga, ya heard me?
From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don't front
You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up
Rollin that weed up
Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we're on that same bullshit
Same forty-cally glock, same full clip
Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me
[Chorus]
Footprints lyrics - G-Unit
"Walk with meeeee..."
[Young Buck] Ay if you hear me out there
"Walk with meeeee..."
[Young Buck] I get down on my knees every night and say
"Walk with meeeee..."
[Young Buck] Hahahaha, yeah
"Walk with meeeee..."
[Young Buck] I'm goin to war, I'm goin to WAR!
[Verse One: Young Buck]
You never know when death's comin, all you hear is gunshots
Lil' kids get to runnin, old ladies get off the block
When the poppin the truck music comes to a stop
Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked
Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street
People act like they don't know who did it, but they no it's me
Every day's a death threat, but I ain't dead yet
So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set
Don't know where I slept at, just know where my tec at
It's the first of the month, my bitch ain't got her check yet
Juvie left me in California, I don't respect that
I love him too much to beef, so I'ma accept that
But I'ma just step back, and focus on Buck
Tired of ridin in yours, I'm bout to buy my own truck
Got to try my own luck, "Get Rich or Die Tryin'"
It's G-Unit 'til I'm gone, Lord knows I ain't lyin niggaz
[Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X]
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, he carry me man
[Verse Two: Young Buck]
You don't know what I been through to get what I done got
If you looked through a scope, you couldn't hit what I done shot
Couldn't flip what I done copped, couldn't tip what I done topped
I murder you all-talk like a clip without a glock
When you holla G-Unit on some other shit
You need to do the research, and see who you fuckin wit
I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Visa
Your baby momma want me, I don't want that skeeza
She's scratched my Beema, but I ain't seen-her
When I catch the bitch, I'ma gangsta lean-her - WHOA
We be playin in them videos, with them pretty hoes
Cashville Ten a key bitches and New York City hoes
They learned it from Lil' Kim to let they titties show
I'm the King of the South, this is how it really goes
Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze
As long as the check come, then FUCK the award shows
You know me nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Young Buck]
Half of these kids never read the Bibles
But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do
The reason they fucked up, they all been lied to
I know what it feels like when a nigga misguide you
My momma stay in the projects and I been havin money
I went bought her a house, but she told me she ain't want it
(What?) Right then I understood that the hood's in my blood
So I hollered CASHVILLE, lettin 'em know where I'm from
Niggaz know I got a gun when I come to the club
And if it go down, you better tell your people to duck
Why should I slow down, I just got started targettin artists
Wait 'til the bullets start hoppin out the cartridge
I come to get it poppin, pray to God the news watchin
So when they see 'em snitch niggaz'll know who got 'em
We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop
And kill or be killed is the attitude I got nigga
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
I know you prayin I get killed nigga
He who fears death is in denial
50 told you niggaz, Young Buck showed you niggaz
Banks! FREE YAYO!
And tell the bitch ass niggaz put they vest on
I'M HERE NOW!
Eye For Eye lyrics - G-Unit
[Chorus]
Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[Lloyd Banks]
You can't roll wit me i'm Lloyd Banks the one and only
Not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie
There ain't a government around that can control me, ohhh no
I'm on that doggy style shit, man i don't love a hoe
Pappa wasn't around so i had to let my brother know,
Never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow,
Most them nigga wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo,
South side jamaica nigga yeah thats where i come from,
If you see a nigga with me then theres more than one gun,
Five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one,
Or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun,
We all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it,
Some niggas hate me in the hood but i don't owe them niggas shit,
Smilein' all up in my face like i don't know them niggas sick,
But i can care less, i'm on the album and i'm gettin' rich.
[Chorus]
Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[Young Buck]
Walkin' and talkin' spit it how i live it nigga,
Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga,
Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel,
They said there wasn't shootin', but they found no shells,
New york city, hell they throwin' niggas under jails,
I got love for them and i ain't even from there,
Now bust a shot for them boys on the block,
I can feel your pain nigga,
I'm still in the game nigga,
There somethin' bout the sound of a trey-pound,
That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down,
See every time we round' ya hear some shots go off,
And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off,
Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way,
And come to find out these niggas is softer than Sade,
I'mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of ice,
You can call me the don.
[Interlude: singing]
We got the Hei-ny
So make one wrong move and you're dying
Ain't no time for coppin a plea and crying
Cause my niggaz ain't gon' stop ridin'
So you gone
[Chorus]
Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[50]
I got a hand gun habit, nigga front i'll let ya have it,
When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it,
I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas,
Front and i'll put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga,
I ain't a marksman my spark and i'll spray shit,
Enough rounds for the Hk i don't play bitch,
Move like i'm militant back on that gorilla shit,
Moody, disrespectful, i'm ruley but niggas can't move me,
I squeeze till i run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled,
I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles,
You fuck around i'll blow your brains on my new york times,
Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind,
It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust,
First it's crime scene tape then you end up in that black hurst,
We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam,
View your body all banged up, you made a mistake man.
[Chorus X2]
Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
Smile lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent]
Yeah, this somethin special y'know, somethin epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't
Don't wanna see you smile baby
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Wooo! I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smi-ile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes
[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I'm gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge
From the conversations we have and the way it ends
You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends
That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz
It all depends, maybe if we make amends
We can start from scratch
Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact
We plan to be platonic with our hearts in tact
So everytime we seperate, somebody's marchin back
You're amazing in the sack
Eyes slanted like you're Asian, but you're black
God Bless whoever gave you alla that
If you seen her from the back
You'd understand why dis feel like that
And ain't a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows
Her pussy good enough to miss award shows
And I ain't gotta say nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you feelin down
Let the thought of me be (I be the reason you smile)
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be (I be the reason you smile)
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be (I be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be (I be the reason you smile)
[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
The main reason I been lookin at you pitiful
What about the half of this shit I done did to you
Violated and tip toed into a crib or two
I've come clean to be a bigger individual
Even though you're busy boo, the evening's when I visit you
Kinda makes me feel lucky, cause I see niggaz
when you tease 'em with your physical
She wanna rack up her brooms, I ain't got no more room left
Wild drama, section 8 princess
My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed
Cause it's hard to communicate
Cause she don't speak-a no english
I been around the world from state to state
But now I'm back bustin in your bathroom
Got you laughin in your shower cap, let's get it on
Cause I'm leavin in a hour, fly-through, don't matter she's mad
Even when I holla back
All I really need your attention for a while
And, I bet you I can make you smile
[Chorus - 2X]
Baby U Got lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent]
Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!
[Intro/Chorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girl shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help but watch you shake
I love the way you shake (Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
It's something about your style, it's something about your smile
It's something about you making me want you right now
If you don't like me, then don't listen to me
Lord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your clothes
I'm a professional when I become sexual
You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you
Don't it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang
Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty
Come ride on my roller coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya
Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin'
Foreplay, you can have it your way
I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby
Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy
After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game
I have you saying "slow down baby"
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Young Buck]
Baby it's hard to look and don't touch
Girl the way you strut and dressed in your Von Dutch
I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I'm parked outside in the blue Denali
There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it
Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear
I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl
You need a thug that can handle that
One dose'll make you go and put my name on your back
Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you
Just tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh
Don't hurt nobody baby
When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy
I done been around the world, and I finally found ya
Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya (ahhh!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
Baby you've got a hell of a first impression
Making me wanna ask you a personal question
Like "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?"
Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic
Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the ok
You got a body like Nicole Ray, hey
I need a drink, I'll be right back
But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that
It's late, I have to score, "This blue drink tastes good, don't it?"
"Sure it does, now have some more"
I'm deep, but she got her ladies wit her
So bring em, I'll call ya a babysitter
So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent
Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love
You move like you work in a strip club
[Chorus]
Salute U lyrics - G-Unit
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I don't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you
I'm ready for combat, a solider on the frontline
Take me to the streets, nigga mothafuck a punchline
It only take one time, for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have that ass singing like Keith Sweat
You ain't met me yet
I been camoflauged in the bushes
And I'm co-signing Fifty, 'cause them niggas all pussies
Bustin' shots at ya convoy
You don't want war
No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam boy
Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover we coming, pulling pins outta grenades
You won't make it to the general, without getting sprayed
Might as well say "Hello" to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out, to put holes in grown men
You continue troops and get 'em all blowed back
Walk up on 'em with a deuce-deuce and nigga all that, what!
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you
Look nigga, I suggest you go home
'Cause I won't hesitate to let the chrome touch ya
Nigga I'm never scared like Bone Crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby mama stop coming around here or I'm gon' fuck her
Don't tryta pick up for them lames around you
You get shots for free, like I fragant fouled you
I'm on the road blowing grade A haze and brown
Got niggas running like the KKK's around
My album's coming, a new year's approaching
My buzz getting bigger, my few ears is open
Can ya team play in the game without you their to coach 'em
There's a very fine line between a pool and the ocean
Sometimes I'm in Atlanta where they make head bounce
And you can come, but after you give Banks head, bounce
These niggas really want war, 'cause if so
Get on your vest, 'cause all you gotta do is say that
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you
General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you
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