Digital Scale lyrics - G-Unit

[Hook x2: Tony Yayo]

I put my coke on a digital scale

I put my weed on a digital scale

I put my dope on a digital scale

It's time to re-up what my scale read

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

We got eightballs, sevens, fourteens, and Oz's

Sixty-two eights of that raw, imported keys

Half of chicken whole chicken

Niggas got to cop 'n' go, yo

I said you niggas got to cop 'n' go

This is like fast food, nigga

May I take your order?

I require nothin' cookin' but bakin' soda 'n' water - ice, cold

That's crack inside that Pyrex

We get the work, then move the work

The pressure we apply next

Every now and then, a nigga set-trip

I8 BMW; I'm electric

Keep that hammer around me in case shit get hectic

Shit pop off when I'm rhymin', I protect it

Fuck around

[Hook x2: Tony Yayo]

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

Hand me that plastic bag right there, Yayo

Baggin' up half a brick

My lawyer sittin' on the couch

He said it's cool, Buck; I swear I won't open my mouth

(I weigh a bag on the triple-beam scale)

I'm all kushed out, coke under my (fingernail)

My uncle been playin' with that powder, and I can tell

You know that crack smell, and he lookin' all frail

My sister need bail; she just caught the weed sell

Now the feds on her trail

I just got the email

Shit crazy, but I'm still cookin' up babies

Hookin' up my niggas daily with this dope

Get out and get some, nigga

Can't pay me if you broke, no

Let a nigga hang himself - just give him enough rope

I get it fresh out the boat

[Hook x2: Tony Yayo]

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]

Numbers don't lie; scales don't either

Every time you out, fiends wanna reach ya

Out with some bitches, fiends wanna call

In the club with my niggas, fiends wanna call

When I'm waitin' on them, man they never call

The life of a hustler in a nutshell

G-5 eatin' snakes, soup and raw fish

Snakes see the Ray Phantom off of raw fish

My main bitch is like Bonnie Parker

My side bitch is like Clyde Barrow

They start to shoot you up shit's creek without a paddle

[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]

They roll up and smoke you like Kumar and Harold

Catch 'em in the whip like Caine cousin, Harold

My nigga flippin' on his P.O. cause he can't travel

You owe me, I take your child for collateral

Gun wave, hello

Shots echo

Won't save money - switch to gecko

You known from the get-go

I ain't 'bout to let nobody play with my green

When they coward belly yellow

Polka-dot carbine on your chest, screamin' "hold on"

Hold on

You see my face and let go

I'm from the N.O.; better check the death toll

You was playin' Casanova

Cookin' bitches casserole

I was on the ave with O's, me and red taggin' toes

On the Greyhound bus

Pounds in my baggy clothes

Huh

[Hook x2: Tony Yayo]