Comin Thru lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Young Buck & Kidd Kidd)
[Kidd Kidd & Young Buck:]
Glock check, AK check
Sawed off shotgun, check
You know I'm sayin' we got all that shit
G-Unit nigga we comin' through there nigga know that
Fuck you mean?
Yellow tape that bitch out nigga, you know what's up boy
I ain't that famous, I could still murk somethin'
I still I hurt somethin', I still got the work comin'
Hard headed ain't learned nothin' but drug money
Blue bandanas with a pocket full of blood money
Load the shells with my shirt to keep the prints off 'em
Go get a rental, put in work, and take the tits off her
Nigga do your dirt and still ridin' clean
Big.45 stuffed inside these designer jeans
Called Buck, I need a verse that's an M16
Fuck you mean? How you want it? With the red beam?
From Cashville to New Orleans boy we all through there
Ay Kidd, you know I'm comin' through, don't give a fuck who there
Just call me when you need me nigga you know I'm comin' through there
You ain't gotta wait to see me nigga, you know I'm comin' through there
Just call me when you need me nigga you know I'm comin' through there
You ain't gotta wait to see me nigga, you know I'm comin' through there
Superville lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo Young Buck & Kidd Kidd)
Fatality, fatality
(Whoo Kid)
[Lloyd Banks:]
I bet all these classics make the city flip
Drop committees quick
Grip on all my Rocky willie shit
Knock you silly with
Hammer off my block affiliate
My fascination grew
To snatch your paper crew
Bash your faces too
Toolie kept
Candy at a movie set
Slept on me, I haunt you now
Leather seats, gas and horses round
Passin' torches, how
South Jamaican nigga causin' foul
Take that cross the street
Pay me cash and the cost is steep
Nigga talk is cheap
[Tony Yayo:]
There's two ways to life, most end up dead or in jail
The lil homies got a cravin' ass appetite
Water boilin', stove open on them cold nights
And if a nigga ain't strapped he ain't rollin' right
Gotta check my rear view for them blue and whites
TD Jake keep preachin' bout that street life
He get me goin' in the mornin', got my mind right
[Lloyd Banks:]
I got a bulletproof plan, you understand?
I've been through hell already I'm supposed to be the man
Drop Lamb'
Lil nigga on the rise
I body drop 'em every day and we don't sympathize
Speedin' is my drive, one and only still
Feel like they owe me, will
Get on my O.D kill
If you approach me niggas know we got the realest shit
Paper stacks to hurt your feelin's with
Nothin' changed, ain't hearin' it
[Kidd Kidd:]
Niggas talk behind your back when you're not lookin'
Run up on 'em ask 'em what's shakin' and get shookin'
Ain't nobody gave me the game I just took it
Then I started my own gang like Tookie
Last thing you seen was the Ryder Gang hoodie
Then toys talk like Woody
I'm hood like an uncle ass whoopin'
Never got my chain tooken
It's crack cocaine cookin'
Put one in your head like I'm nookie
[Young Buck:]
Apply pressure with this needle to they blood vessel
Supplyin' what they put inside they straight shooter
Raid outta Texas tryna die, state troopers
Your life's on the line when you're sellin' they Frank Lucas
But my bills on time and my bitches even they shooters
Pop a molly with you and put two in your Medulas
These pussy niggas programmed like computers
My son got a toolie and a flooded Frank Mueller
Fatality lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Tony Yayo Young Buck & Kidd Kidd)
(Jungle Beats holla at me)
It's time to eat
The Unit is back
Them niggas is back, the real is back, the streets is back
Shooters on deck nigga, ya
[Tony Yayo:]
Got keys twinklin', pianos in the next apartment
Safe house when the narcs hit
I give rap critics verbal bouquets about AKs
Foolish rappers in my rearview, far away
Ferragamo dreams, the bitch lipstick on my cigarette
M4 Carbon, aim for your neck
Got that wavy work, Ryan Seacrest
Forgi's on the foreign and they deep dish
Killer mink to make of me
My jacket in the weasel family
Luxurious furs, pull an eagle swammy
New Tahoe, 27Z
New grill on that bitch looks so mean
Dog food pulled an Arabian coffee
Good connect, don't ask what it cost me
I got undetected explosives in my floor
Got me in Vera Wang clothes, ya feel me?
Fatality, fatality, fatality
[Young Buck:]
My brother been dippin' his fuckin' face in the powder
Fuckin' the powers
We supposed to be in this together but you done with sour
Cash money bruh, remember money and power
A little paper'll get a nigga knocked down like the towers
I spend hours in the kitchen standin' over the stove
Put too much time in finer places to put niggas in holes
I got my son froze, baggin' up O's
He said he wanted a Phantom before he's 14 years old
I told him he can do it if he don't open his nose
Like my nigga Louis ask him where most of his go
I'm a bad influence to broke niggas
Encourage them to the pull up, I vow to smoke niggas
Yeah marinated the bullets, body fluids
And if my weapon don't kill 'em then bet you gon' do it
Every nigga standin' in my section goin' through it
We gon' get the money, you ain't gotta help us to it, yeah
Fatality, fatality, fatality
[Kidd Kidd:]
Watchin' my OG whip it, I learned to remix it
Turn the pigeons to a chicken, four piece and a biscuit
Bodies come up missin' get found by someone fishin'
[?] got equipped, Glock 40 extension
If I'm broke I fix it but that ain't nobody business
They comin' for my head I hope my nigga don't start bitchin'
Gotta thank the Lord I ain't get a life sentence
'Fore my name end up in the rest in peace sentence
I say suck my mini
[?]
[?] you can't say I'm a kill for this
Fuck niggas sneak dissin'
I hear 'em talkin' this and that
But don't confuse this with that
I put a hole in your inner tube car fixed or flat
Realest niggas in the game man you gotta give us that
I hold it down
I bust your head for the right amount
Six shots, every bullet gotta count
Its a Stick Up lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo Kidd Kidd & Young Buck)
Fatality
[Lloyd Banks:]
I'm only gon' get bigger, niggas wanna see me lose
Pull me to the money I'm a move, this a motherfuckin' stick up
We want everything in twos
Bein' number one don't come with moves
Over how ya figure
Bitches jumpin' out they shoes
How the fuck am I supposed to choose?
Purple weed even more liquor
Foreigns down the avenues
We got shit to fix your attitudes
[Tony Yayo:]
I got my baby hangin' out the window
On some Michael Jackson shit
But my baby ain't three months old
It's an AR clip, yeah, yeah
Foam with the paper plates
Y'all niggas in two oh eights
We in 2016, BMIH
Ghost Protocol, Tom Cruise shit
Got the Uz in the stash with the rubber grip
And I ain't trippin', I'm in Turkey estaba rollin' up
50 bottles bottles, 40 bitches, just 10 of us
I love my niggas who the fuck can a nigga trust?
Real drama when I caught them niggas pickin' up
[Lloyd Banks:]
I'm only gon' get bigger, niggas wanna see me lose
Pull me to the money I'm a move, this a motherfuckin' stick up
Want everything in twos
Bein' number one don't come with moves
Over how ya figure
Bitches jumpin' out they shoes
How the fuck am I supposed to choose?
Purple weed even more liquor
Foreigns down the avenues
We got shit to fix your attitudes
[Kidd Kidd:]
School of hard knocks grad, you wasn't up in my class
New Orleans nigga rob you in a Mardi Gras mask
Catch you down bad, dirty as a grave yard
Mama workin' slave job
[?] behind bars
Fuck I gotta say to y'all?
Nigga never gave me shit I had to play baseball
Find a field with pitchers, the real talkin' on the mic
Streets got me softer like
All your scars come from fallin' off a bike
My niggas can't read or write
But they keep they heaters tight
Hit up I need the stripes
I don't know how I sleep at night
I think I need faith cause the world's on my shoulders
Keep my enemies closer
My friends turnin' into vultures
[Lloyd Banks:]
I'm only gon' get bigger, niggas wanna see me lose
Pull me to the money I'm a move, this a motherfuckin' stick up
Want everything in twos
Bein' number one don't come with moves
Over how ya figure
Bitches jumpin' out they shoes
How the fuck am I supposed to choose?
Purple weed even more liquor
Foreigns down the avenues
We got shit to fix your attitudes
Had to been dealin' with a copy, I've been occupied
Twin thighs block me in, shrimp and lobster high
Now it feels like this plane is bumpin' when my rums collide
And [?] I see that bullshit with binocular eyes
My hearts are pocket sized, check how I monopolized
That fire hits the tire, hope your doctor nice
I hit the weed, toast the sky the helicopter flights
My game proper, game changer, make you drop your price
I'm on the bucket list, bullets won't stop my life
Now my heart's a block of ice
He doubted me I shocked them twice
Powder V on sour D
Man of the hour's me, the powerful know how it be
Give a fuck in all actuality
I'm only gon' get bigger, niggas wanna see me lose
Pull me to the money I'm a move, this a motherfuckin' stick up
Want everything in twos
Bein' number one don't come with moves
Over how ya figure
Bitches jumpin' out they shoes
How the fuck am I supposed to choose?
Purple weed even more liquor
Foreigns down the avenues
We got shit to fix your attitudes
[Young Buck:]
Had it made with gun powder
All my brothers under the gun tower
My mama tryna catch crank sales on the lunch hour
My blunt sour, everything parked in the front ours
I tend to rob when I feel I'm amongst cowards
You know when some niggas is given too much power
You gotta see if they know how to use it
Still shoot the chopper by my lonely don't confuse it
All this fake rapper music I better win 'fore I lose it
I put every bullet in this clip one by one
Once I do it you gon' here bout what I done
My goal in this game get rich like 50
Never touch another brick and get a bitch like Mickey
[Lloyd Banks:]
I'm only gon' get bigger, niggas wanna see me lose
Pull me to the money I'm a move, this a motherfuckin' stick up
Want everything in twos
Bein' number one don't come with moves
Over how ya figure
Bitches jumpin' out they shoes
How the fuck am I supposed to choose?
Purple weed even more liquor
Foreigns down the avenues
We got shit to fix your attitudes
[Snoop Dogg:]
(Fatality) Ya digg? It's goin' down like that that there. We're gonna hit you upside the motherfuckin' head with nothin' but gangster music man. Hey Whoo Kid I want you to him 'em upside the head and let's take off y'all
Live Fast lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo Young Buck & Kidd Kidd)
[Lloyd Banks:]
If there's a problem then it's on sight
Hope somebody cares about 'em, 24 hours wildin'
There be violence around here all night
We ready for the battle with the shit we can paddle
Though when you show up it's a DOA
Everybody cryin' to your family, you lyin'
Won't a damn thing be ok
Look what I'm becoming
Won't be slowing down for nothing
Look, I got them buggin' fuck out, been glowin' lately
Middle of the ring when they droppin', I know I'm crazy
The horror's too much to stomach, he vomit maybe
A bunch of rules we abolish, narcotic babies
Took a posse of loonies [?] to raise me
The odds were shaky
My heart's still breaking, [?] you had to take 'em
[?] around, get your organs sliced
[?] you wasted all your life
It bees like that, just one of them nights
I bet them people crackin' goin' for white
Where them clappin' on the corner
Can't seem to last, too long a fight
You'd rather kill then leave here wrong or right
Who need a strong unite
Whip through your neighborhood all in spite
If there's a problem then it's on sight
Hope somebody cares about 'em, 24 hours wildin'
There be violence around here all night
We ready for the battle with the shit we can paddle
Though when you show up it's a DOA
Everybody cryin' to your family, you lyin'
Won't a damn thing be ok
Look what I'm becoming
Won't be slowing down for nothing
[Kidd Kidd:]
Miss me with 'em candy rappers, I'm not them other suckers
I probably fucked your baby mother, I'm a motherfucker
No loyalty among thieves, just too emotional
Your heart on your sleeve
With mood swings, bobbin' your weave
Fit the apple after Eve, man, I got no soul
I'm around from the crossroad, Jesus piece, rose gold
You got Pinocchio nose, you only sold in your flow
I'm on that cold corner bumpin' Cold Corner by my bro
Got it for the low on the low
Even if I don't blow, I got blow
Your hoe detonate and watch her blow
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
Which one of y'all got to go?
Cop asked me what they shot me for
I told 'em bitches I don't know
[Lloyd Banks:]
If there's a problem then it's on sight
Hope somebody cares about 'em, 24 hours wildin'
There be violence around here all night
We ready for the battle with the shit we can paddle
Though when you show up it's a DOA
Everybody cryin' to your family, you lyin'
Won't a damn thing be ok
Look what I'm becoming
Won't be slowing down for nothing
[Tony Yayo:]
Humble beginnings in a crack team
But everything changed when the money came
We went from duckin' the narcs to condos in Battery Park
Send my bitch to DR, she done up
Her ass and her breasts sick
I feel like fat cat in '86
A hundred bricks for that yard stick quality
Drought come we got enough to raise the economy
Bomb first cause these haters ain't harmin' me
Forward thinkin' so the past don't bother me
Where I'm from victory is survival
Snitches on the steer with their hand on the Bible
To be or not to be, that's the question
I'm out to get it, obstacles in my direction
No new friends cause these fake niggas snitchin'
We all trial in the streets and the jurors is the henchmen
[Lloyd Banks:]
If there's a problem then it's on sight
Hope somebody cares about 'em, 24 hours wildin'
There be violence around here all night
We ready for the battle with the shit we can paddle
Though when you show up it's a DOA
Everybody cryin' to your family, you lyin'
Won't a damn thing be ok
Look what I'm becoming
Won't be slowing down for nothing
[Verse 4 - Young Buck:]
I've been sellin' dope out my mama house
I think she knowin' what I'm doin'
She be lookin' when I'm cookin'
Got 'em comin' in and goin' out
One of my partners went to catch a brick
Got it tooken and I got Codeine pourin' out
I'm double cupped up, dopeboy
I used the fishscale to hook 'em
I got your bitch showin' out
I just told 'em find some flights, I'm a book 'em
I got pounds in my hoe's house
Servin' on my granny porch
Got a pair of doctor bill I ain't have no choice
Connected with the coke like I was from Miami, boy
So much dope if you fuck up they kill your family, boy
If there's a problem then it's on sight
Hope somebody cares about 'em, 24 hours wildin'
There be violence around here all night
We ready for the battle with the shit we can paddle
Though when you show up it's a DOA
Everybody cryin' to your family, you lyin'
Won't a damn thing be ok
Look what I'm becoming
Won't be slowing down for nothing
Worldwide lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo & Kidd Kidd)
Yeah, yeah, yeah let's slow it down Whoo Kid
[Tony Yayo:]
We some worldwide niggas cut the line in immigration
European time different
We some worldwide niggas man we came from the bottom
Now we on some black riches
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
[Lloyd Banks:]
Your problem
They got me out the bottom, I'm designer Pete [?]
Competition gettin' stomped, defeat
How can y'all compete?
Masterpiece for mansion, wrist for hire or your time is cheap
Pray the Lord your mind'll keep
Lose it right on survivor's street
Never turnin' back on this life
Hope I live twice
Traps all over let the weeps in, taught you few times a night
You see the [?] the same goal powerful minds alike
Success up under this got these bitches sour, few thousand fights
I leave the world while rappin'
I shake the ground, the [?] collapsin'
Enterprise went international, fit me in foreign fashion
I just took the whip about 160, my commas laughin'
Gettin' money sit up man couldn't get me, I'm in traffic
Reputation dead on impact, I'm bombin' accurate
You gon' settle for the [?] smokin', I wanted that shit
Winnin's always in the conversation, you goin' backwards
Never been no room for fuckin' up and ain't no passes
[Tony Yayo:]
We some worldwide niggas cut the line in immigration
European time different
We some worldwide niggas man we came from the bottom
Now we on some black riches
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
Y'all niggas local, we worldwide
[Kidd Kidd:]
I'm not used to ordinary niggas
Derrick Fishers, merry Christmas
It's a Kidd gift when I rap to every listeners
It's the story, born loser grew to be a winner
Microwave hot pocket for dinner
Pockets thinner
Now I can't fish shit up in 'em
Versace denim, Versace robe
My cousin used to beat my ass from stealin' all his clothes
Flashbacks gettin' laughed at by all these hoes
But I got somethin' for all of you haters
All of this paper
I hope you catch all of the vapors
Fuck all your favors
And I'm my brother's keeper can't kill [?]
They say you can't eat, you gotta turn the table
Rest in peace Nate Dogg, y'all better lay low
Ferarris in the garage, pullin' hard since I was stable
Hey fuck the industry word to my brother Yayo
I'm an a-hole
If you say so, my paper's great though
FREE Young Buck Freestyle lyrics - G-Unit
Yeah let's take this shit back, uh
(Whoo Kid!) Y'all remember that right?
This Buck, Cashville, y'all know
Uh, way back in the day
Deep, deep down south where the nigga had a lil pack of yay
Cause the nigga with the big AK
Tryna rob everybody round here where I stay
Back then I was at your house party
Had your little sister on the walk in loose
Pour a little Hen in the punch in the juice
Used to take a one on one back then for a boost
Couldn't step in the booth
Talk that shit, nigga had to know you was the truth
Couldn't lie what your life bout
Had to tell these folk what you really gon' do
The rap game on some other shit
They ain't tellin' what they doin', tellin' what they gon' do
Get caught up with a couple bricks
And guess what nigga, they tellin' on you
See I'm still on this Scarface shit
Gotta kill these niggas, you tellin' on who?
I can't just turn my back on the trap
I'm out here sellin' it too
I'm connected all in Cali
Pounds of the kush, we lettin' it through
And a nigga tryna spread the love
So what y'all niggas really ready to do?
I'm just tryna bring it back to the Master P days
Make the pot say, ughhh
Make the pot say, ughhh
I can bring it back like, ughhh
I'm just tryna bring it back to the Master P days
Make the pot say, ughhh
Make the pot say, ughhh
I can bring it back like, ughhh
You bout it? Yeah
I'm bout it, bout it, you know
Ay where you from homie?
You know that dirty south gangsta shit, ay put your hood up
I represent, it's G-Unit gang
Country nigga all in Queens sellin' cocaine
I fuck that white girl, I push that dog food
I know ways to make sure we get it all through
I fuck with gang members that's gon' die about it
I fuck with lean sippers that's gon' die without it
You got it? Cause I got it, got it
I roll with the windows up, cloudy, cloudy
Shit chill, I got bricks here
Sellin' dope out the house and I live there
So many came to the South think I kill here
I'm just tryna figure out why I'm still here
Ay let me hit that
I'm bout to elevate, elevation
Tryna elevate on you niggas
Switchin' positions in this [?]
I'm all in Tucson
Tryna meet this Cuban
He not the plug but he said he knew some
You're gonna have to keep your mouth closed if I let you come
If I get you this I'm gon' have to kill ya if you run
Posted in the front of the church pew with two guns
Prayin' that the Lord let me make it through with these 2 tons
Knowin' niggas with me just to see if I give you one
Funny how when you get rich niggas think that you dumb
Where you from?
Where I'm from murder's always the outcome
Your strap is like your everything you can't leave home without one
Man they got me puttin' my gun in the hand of my son
Somebody come in this house then y'all gon' see what I done
Why I'm keepin' so much reefer now in my lungs
I tell 'em I've been pitchin' on probation for the last three years
Yes Memph we hot right now, yes we is
Is 2Pac missed nigga? Yes he is
Hey man I never seen
Seen so many people this point man in my life homie
I'm one of those people
It's all the real niggas that's not here no more
Rest in peace
First you here, before you know it, it's too late y'all
Close your eyes then you think about Nate Dogg
Lil Flat, Lord Infamous, they died real
DJ Screw, Fat Pat, Pimp C died trill
Soulja Slim, Doe B
Now all the ladies drop Left Eye left tear
Big Pun, Biggie Smalls, A$AP Yams too
Eazy-E, ODB, man this can't be true
Gang Starr, Mac Dre, Jam Master J
Heavy D, Slim Dunk, and he was from the A
Static Major, Lil Wayne had him on his way
Lil Snupe, I seen him with Meek just the other day
It's okay y'all the truth here
I know Eminem feelin' like me, we wish Proof was here
Obituary like a souvenir
We just look at 'em and reminisce about when you was here
Somebody pour up, yeah
I ain't fuck with that old fake ass purp they got out here right now
Give me the red Hi-Tec, shit ain't no Actavis
Yessir, Three 6 Mafia featuring UGK up in this joint
We about to sip on this sizzurp
(There's about to be a whole lotta sippin' it up
Pourin' it up, drankin' it up
Goin' round here in the EST boy)
Y'all know how we do it
(Now pour it on up)
Oh and I fuck with the yellow too
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sip, sippin' on some sizzurp
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sip, sippin' on some sizzurp
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sip, sippin' on some sizzurp
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sip, sippin' on some sizzurp
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sip, sippin' on some sizzurp
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Sip, sip, sippin' on some sizzurp
I'm still poppin' these pills, I ain't new to this
I put yellow [?] on big old blunts of cannabis
I sip Hi-Tec by the pint tryna see just how high I can get
It's an embarrassment just to hear a nigga say "I quit"
Yeah that Actavis I like but I can't pay for that fake shit
Don't know what's that in your Sprite, woah purp niggas make me sick
She said "Buck you takin' flight" least that molly got me right
Plus these niggas doin' all this snitchin' baby I've been outta (whoo)
I've just been sippin' on some sizzurp
Yeah you know they was countin' me out
I was so well countin' up in [?]
Whole world countin' on me
It's Buck, yeah (Whoo Kid)
Haha, yeah
Dreams lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Kidd Kidd Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo)
Yeah, see me, see me
(Whoo Kid)
[Kidd Kidd:]
It all started with this bitch named Tina
Met her at La Marina
Didn't judge a book by the cover but it was easy to read her
See I'm too hood, she too diva, only give it when you eat her
Out to eat when you treat her
Bitch I ain't FEMA
The word on the street, she got that Aquifina
But the pussy wetter than Katrina, she's a keeper
But I don't need her
She ain't an IGer but she scrollin' through my pics
Checkin' every comment from a bitch
Glad she ain't leave one
You find a good one, keep her, that's what I was told
But every thing that glitters just ain't gold
She's a centerfold
Lookin' for a nigga with some bread to get a dinner roll
Just another actor looking for another role
[Lloyd Banks:]
I need somebody that can relate to bein' from the street
She's gettin' naked on the walk-in I ain't come to speak
I think I found her, probably switch up in another week
I'm tryna hit the club, prolly never get no sleep
She done fell in love, I'm just tryna keep it cool
I hear you talkin' but nobody wanna be the fool
Million dollar nigga, had a dream and seen it through
Old bitches actin' different, everything is new
She told you what was gon' be there waitin' on you know she fakin'
She's makin' moves and that is [?] overstatement
Can't hold no patience, RIP you lost your girl to pimpin'
The one that used to hold you down, feels like your world is slippin'
She's over prison, wanna fly and see the world my nigga
Nothin' you hit her for the settlement insurance flipper
Free porn, I'm with her
Got an ass so fat look like it's custom
I always got somebody's heart to trust 'em
You put all that work in for nothin'
Nothin' be success
You had players and I mean the best
[?] sex
So what's next? Blue dream and checks
Don't love to [?] the steps
Got over good, you keep the rest
Plenty cheaters out here if you need a test
I need somebody that can relate to bein' from the street
She's gettin' naked on the walk and I ain't come to speak
I think I found her, probably switch up in another week
I'm tryna hit the club, prolly never get no sleep
She done fell in love, I'm just tryna keep it cool
I hear you talkin' but nobody wanna be the fool
Million dollar nigga, had a dream and seen it through
Old bitches actin' different, everything is new
[Tony Yayo:]
Bags from Barney's with no flaws
She prays like them saints on the church walls
Carry-on luggages Mark Cross
And Valentino bags on Valentines
She independent baby girl got her own grind
She got morals, got a masters, and the whole nine
She playin' hard to get
Real hood but a classy chick
If her phone is face down she on some cheatin' shit
Watch these rap niggas get all up in her guts
European time eiffel tower lightin' up
You on real nigga time so bitch hurry up
This a 216, get your ass in my truck
[Lloyd Banks:]
I need somebody that can relate to bein' from the street
She's gettin' naked on the walk and I ain't come to speak
I think I found her, probably switch up in another week
I'm tryna hit the club, prolly never get no sleep
She done fell in love, I'm just tryna keep it cool
I hear you talkin' but nobody wanna be the fool
Million dollar nigga, had a dream and seen it through
Old bitches actin' different, everything is new
Mad Or Nah lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Young Buck Kidd Kidd & Tony Yayo)
[Young Buck:]
This what she put her Louboutins on to
This what she play when she cheatin' on you
This why she buy Hermes belts and Birkin bags to
All my exes, you mad or nah, boo?
Baby, if we hang tonight, even if I ain't your type
Bet when you wake up in the morning I just changed your life
Your woman represent you, my mama raised me right
Make sure her Alexander McQueen is fittin' her tight
Aight, got you lookin' sexy in Giuseppes
The last bitches slipped up, they know they should've kept me
Now your game done stepped up
Your nigga "like why you left me?"
See me in the background when you took a selfie
Don't do no stressin', baby, that type of shit ain't healthy
If you need help with your bills then just tell me
You got a girlfriend, it's cool, y'all can share me
A couple of bad bitches never scared me, I'm with that
You seen them new Celine bags, you can get that
Try this Versace on and see if you can fit that
Shawty said it's not about designer names
I'm just tryna introduce you to the finer things
This what she put her Louboutins on to
This what she play when she cheatin' on you
This why she buy Hermes belts and Birkin bags to
All my exes, you mad or nah, boo?
It's still love there
You know it's still love there
I'm just fuckin' with these other girls
[Kidd Kidd:]
I don't want a good girl, I can't help it, I'm ghetto
All your followers on Instagram doesn't make you special
You gotta understand that I come from nothin'
Off the back I be thuggin', you got my back or you frontin'
You in it for the money or the prize at the end
We play the game to win, that's why you lay with him
But you don't see his hands when I'm in between your thighs
[?] mine when I'm deep inside
Pray he asleep when you creep inside
Give me head, looked me dead in the eyes
Asked do I got bitches on the side
Let's keep it strictly business, no ties
No lie, baby, yeah I do, they just not you
I know you hear a lot of shit about me, that's not true
I'm playin' with some change, don't let that change you
You say you want a gangsta because your man ain't one
Life ain't a pretty picture, girl, but we can paint one, for real
[Young Buck:]
This what she put her Louboutins on to
This what she play when she cheatin' on you
This why she buy Hermes belts and Birkin bags to
All my exes, you mad or nah, boo?
It's still love there
You know it's still love there
I'm just fuckin' with these other girls
[Tony Yayo:]
Poppin' tags, she smilin' so hard her face hurt
She bird off bouncin' in a Jason Wu miniskirt
She keep 'em Birkins on deck, nigga
She got the same bag that's on Oprah show
And got the same Celine bag B got
And got the same Hermes bag Ri got
Gold bags from Louis out in Paris
Your bitch don't got this, it's not in the US
Yeah, and it ain't trickin' if you got it
Alexander McQueen clutch match her wallet
I said the girl is a fashionista
She said Gucci played out like gettin' fresh on Easter
[Young Buck:]
This what she put her Louboutins on to
This what she play when she cheatin' on you
This why she buy Hermes belts and Birkin bags to
All my exes, you mad or nah, boo?
It's still love there
You know it's still love there
I'm just fuckin' with these other girls
Set The Pick lyrics - G-Unit
[Kidd Kidd:]
How many licks do a nigga gotta hit just to come up on a brick
Like Craig hit Deebo with
Take team work to ball man, someone set the pick
I come around shootin' like swish, quote this
If I can't make nothin', I'm gon' take somethin'
Feds comin', one of y'all niggas done said somethin'
Long as I remain here I'm gon' stay thuggin'
Rap don't pay the bills then I'm gon' stay hustlin'
6 million ways to die, choose one
A lot of niggas afraid to die, you won
You got all them guns inside, shoot one
As the last nigga fall for they life, who won?
[Lloyd Banks:]
Yo fuck your interview
That lil buzz you got is political
I knock your pride out, I'm dumbin' down still, too lyrical
You photobombin', awful timin', don't know nobody
Hard to keep up with kings, I show a body
How it's guided from a shattered stage
Bout to make me a money barricade
Usually rapping cane, gorgeous bougie bitch that Paris made
My jewelry ain't the average grade
Tool in my movie got you woozy from my acid phase
Wealthy spillin' glasses raised, hold up niggas have to pay
Shotty rip your leg away
Sumo when I flat the track
Assume I'm comin' back to stack
Vroomin' somethin' black on black
Room to let my Mac attack
Vroomin' out my acrobat
Zoomin' in my habitat
Two's in my accomplishments
Comments full of nonsense
But them fools don't want the consequence
Bruisin' once my crimes commence
[?] trips in my defense
Sharp as the razor that I use to rip your confidence
Your losin' is obvious
[Tony Yayo:]
Fuck your radio host, fuck your rap blog
Fuck your favorite rapper and his big body guard
Fuck the industry man the streets gon' remember me
As T-O-N-Y Yayo, I been a G
Pull up and these haters gettin' finicky
Music loud, rollin' loud, potency can hardly see
Splendid, extravagant relaxation
I guess that's why these bitch niggas hatin'
Got the persona of drug lords
Versace slippers, Versace robe
Hit Rio in Brazil
My life real
I got a lot of cliental
I'm on that Pusha T shit, goin' diamond on my cell
[Lloyd Banks:]
I'm supposed to chill? Man shit is real
That was my only destination out here in the field
The drama cookin' and my partner caught raw deal
The people lookin' tryna make it out on four wheels
[Tony Yayo:]
I ain't got no bail, shit is really real
Now it's hots on one cot in the jail
Prosecutor tryna kill a nigga for a cell
Talkin' football numbers man, shit is really real
Get Away lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Young Buck & Kidd Kidd)
[Young Buck & Kidd Kidd:]
Kidd Kidd, what up, nigga?
What's good with it, Buck?
I went to 50, I said, look, nigga,
I'm in these streets for real, man
I gotta get away from this shit, nigga
He was a street nigga so he feel that
He gon get a nigga a wig
Let's get this money
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
[Young Buck:]
Even in the hood we be shooting all day
Got dead souls walking through the project hallways
Seen a dead body laid next door of where I stay
Couldn't do nothing bout it, just walked away
My nigga Tray just lost his youngest son
He bought a knife but the other one bought a gun
He got life for the stupid, dumb shit he done
We popping niggas now just for fun
I got bullet holes in my car do
Nigga ran off but he didn't get far though
Whole clip dumping out the fully auto
Got a good grip, I'm a hit my target
You done let this shit get started
Knowing damn well that I get retarded
Pull up in this bitch, didn't even park
I just hopped out, emptied my cartridge
Caught another case and beat my charges
Gun conviction but I keep it regardless
And my hands itching, a young nigga starving
Paint my picture, I guess I'm an artist
I really wanna leave but I feel like I'm missing something
You could find me posted up, twisting something
Fucking with the work, nigga getting something
I'm hanging out the window, hitting something, I gotta
[Young Buck & Kidd Kidd:]
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
[Kidd Kidd:]
It was me
No book bag, had a bag full of dope
Gotta move fast, one time, creep slow
No telling what I would've did for the dough
Watching my neck cause they playing cutthroat
Can't go home, they just kicked in the do
I don't know who it was but I know somebody told, bang!
Hope it ain't nobody I know, shh
Just another nigga out that night
Never go nowhere without my nine
Really, I'm out my mind
Paranoid, I've been hit six times
And only Lord knows
I need head like
Amen
Saw Mike at the crossroads
Tryna drop my past
Never know what the future holds
When you're nothing but a hoodlum
Going up against the soldiers
Street James Brown
Ten years old, I was in a man's world
Never did what I was told, only done what I was showed
Daddy selling crack so that's what I sold
[Young Buck & Kidd Kidd:]
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, get away now
Get away, get away, gotta get away
Ya know what I'm saying, my nigga?
Gotta get the fuck a nigga gotta go to France or something
I know, I know you still got them passports
Hell yeah, ay honestly, my nigga
I probably done ran through fifteen passports, my nigga
Real talk, no bullshit
Nigga, I'm still on my second one, ye heard me?
Don't trip, my nigga, we getting the numbers up
Really though, really though
They know what it is
You got, I know you're a convicted felon and all that, ya heard me?
But nigga, let me in
Matter of fact, Canada, let me in that motherfucker
Canada, let me in
When you got that bread, they gon let you through customs, believe that
Yeah, hell yeah, one thing we do got, we got money
Oh yeah
Yeah, we got money
We got money now
Shout out to 50
50, what up, nigga? Real shit, this shit crazy though
Talking bout money
Real niggas getting that dough
See when real niggas getting that dough, you know what they do?
They put their feet in the middle of their... so the dough can't close
And then we bring more niggas, the right niggas through
We bring the right niggas with us
The fuckin' nigga, we leave the fuck nigga on the side of the road
Looking like the God damn, uh
One of them motherfuckers that be like, Can I catch a ride?
Wait A Minute lyrics - G-Unit (performed by Phresher) (feat. 50 Cent)
[Phresher:]
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One God damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don't listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don't listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Big head Jimmy Neutron
Fuck a bitch on a futon
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Nigga this ain't Groupon
Do my dirt all by my lonely
All my bitches know we homies
If I pull up with my bitch hoes better act like they don't know me
All my side bitches in check, diamonds clear like windex
One point got an index
Smash your ass like an insect
So you better be goo
Shawty better be new
When I walk in the room
She know she fuckin' with a goon
Did a million at the same time
My third leg got hang time
Bang, bang, bang time
Game face when it's game time
[?] Dora
Got her screamin' like a whore-a
She keep beggin' me to stop
But she really want more-a
Dirty soap contradicted
But the dick's so addictive
Homie how could you blame her?
Her hand dealt like Kramer
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One God damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don't listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don't listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
[50 Cent:]
Boy, now what's the issue?
You gonna make me get with you
You want talk that girlie talk bitch you can talk to my pistol
Wait, wait, wait a minute
I got big paper I'm spendin'
I get to flashin' on 'em, my whip blasted on 'em, I mean any nigga can get it
That's 30 in the extendo
I had your bitch in the end zone
Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone
Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone
I'm so good with the hoes
I pulled up in the Rolls
With my diamonds blinkin' like strobes
In a Kanye shirt with holes
I'm blowin' paper like Dat
My niggas in here strapped
They'll bust, you won't bust back
That's why I act how I act
I see it oh, so, clear
You niggas ain't really-really with this shit
Got me thinkin' I really, really, really run this bitch
[Phresher:]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One God damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don't listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don't listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Ballin' lyrics - G-Unit
[Hook - 50 Cent:]
Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me
I know y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You know I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot callin'
[Tony Yayo:]
Versace down from my head to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game, show some respect
All these bitches on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old pimp
Fly over seven different time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in shroom zone
Got emergency blunts when I come home
Cause if rap or weed I'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will solve 'em
Just every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die over music
[Young Buck:]
Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in their music
I seen niggas last five minutes then they lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A platinum nigga in the penitentiary going, "do it"
Put Prada on the prison yard, started getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven five
That's the number that they gave me when I arrived
It's just another form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas locked up just trying to survive, I know why
[Hook]
[Kidd Kidd:]
I'm yelling money over bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, every chain
Every brick, every whip, kicks with designer names
I used to hustle Texas whose child I can claim
Paid all my mama's bills so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like loose change
Call me Brian in the clutch, ballin' with my English brain
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt ain't got a stain
Iced out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Entire streets in the streets so them hoes know I came
[Lloyd Banks:]
Ballin' on these hoes all the time
You got your kids, don't need mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama raised me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top five alive, I've been picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too hard to argue that
Shining my records like, "where's my target at?"
Came through your stereo, feel me charging back
I owe you 15 bums for that
Stains in the garden, hate when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach further than rap
Before we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down 'til nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for your army
[Hook]
I'm Grown lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
Yeah, I got my own business, I make my own deals
Niggas ain't on it like I'm on it, I own shit
I got my own Bentley, I got my own Rolls
I'm a pimp, bitch, I own hoes
I got my own diamonds around my own Cubans
I own Rolexes and Frank Muellers
I do what the fuck I want to
I'm grown, I own lots of shit, proper shit
I bought a couple before the dealership got the shit
Rich nigga, six figures
I double up every flip, my stash bigger
Plane hoppin', globetrottin'
A nigga blow a little paper when it's time to move
Fuck old money for the new money
No tellin' what a real nigga gon' do
[Hook - Young Buck:]
I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own money
I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own house
I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own car
I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown, I'm grown
[Young Buck:]
I'm on straight Remy, no chaser
Wanna smoke, but I'm still on paper
I mix purp' and yellow like a Laker
Headed to the moon and I just might take ya
Split my blunt with a little bitty razor
While this thick bitch just twerk on the table
I talk big nips, look like Fantasia
She ready, willin' and able
Just got a piercing in her navel
Walking nine to five and she staying
She say she flying down to my city
Cause she got a birthday coming in April
We ain't got no kind of commitment
Why you worried 'bout if I'm hitting it?
Don't worry about how I'm getting it
Stay the fuck up out of my business
[Hook]
[Lloyd Banks:]
No more stressin', I'm VVS'in', ballin' lessons on DVD
Pay per view shit, making moves since 2'03, can't see me free
That love gon' get you like BDP, PSA: I'mma be okay, I'm the iron G
Fix flash and I'm a fly emcee, I put a duffle on all of y'all
Trouble can't ignore me, I was born to ball
Fuck is up? I'm one of one, I need a custom cut
Hear the summer come, I want the number one
Bitch, walk in with a freak behind me
Shades damn near to the sticks, Gianni
Too nights and no repeating, mami
I'm guttered up, my streets define me
I drop your ass to the floor, here to be more
Rob me I'll make a detour, robbery how I get to her
Probably want out like I knew her, I done got colder
Chip on my shoulder, head when I sit in the Rover
Brought me a zipper to odor, phone numbers slid in the folder
Bullshitting how? Show you my pimping diploma
[Hook]
[Kidd Kidd:]
Brought an Audemar for when times was hard
Nine calls for the nine walls
Mardi Gras, take your top off
I'm a nasty nigga, might slide and roll
Fly your girl out to Miami
Sent her back home like they done LeBron
I ain't tripping if you ain't tripping, party hard 'till he calls the law
Got my own house so I can throw you out
I got my own blood so I ain't putting it out
This is my car and I can smoke it out
Got my own money and like four accounts
Bought my own bottles so I can pour it out
Got my own shooters and they scoping out
Bought my bitch an ass, now it's poking out
If she throw it back then I'mma throw her out
My condo money don't fold out, wild all out
Hoes out, let's roll out, funeral when I go south
Girl, your mouth got the kind of brain I don't know about
I never changed, I'm so South, big chains and a gold mouth
I'm rollin out
[Hook x2]
Bring My Bottles lyrics - G-Unit
[Tony Yayo:]
You in this VIP and you ain't spending no money get the fuck out. We need them bottles. Sparkle something
[50 Cent:]
Say you ballin', boy, we gon' need the proof
We be two steppin', mix the Effen with the juice
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Shorty think I'm trickin' cause she got a pair of shoes
I was just stuntin', man, this bitch here confused
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
[Young Buck:]
Fuck you know 'bout bustin' down a brick?
Your main ho always think that you around a bitch
Picked up a pack and I ain't look back since '96
Since then I've been addicted to designer shit
Chopper in the parkin' lot, I'm tryna find a lick
Come up on a thousand pounds, that's my kind of rich
Independent, I don't need no nigga with me
I do everything quickly, don't believe me? Ask 50
I got game for these hoes, can't no broke bitch trick me
And can fit a hundred bands in these navy blue Dickies
[Hook - Young Buck/Tony Yayo:]
I pull up and my car ain't got no roof
All these bitches say that I'm the truth
I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
[Young Buck:]
Hundred bottles with the sparklers, light it up
Bottles in the air, fuck them niggas buyin' cups
Louis the 13th, I drink rich nigga shit
Turn one into two quick, I do tricks with the bricks
Extra clip on my hip, all my niggas with the shits
It's the Unit in this bitch, I'm 50 rich, now who you with?
G-Unit, lazy niggas don't want to pop no bottles
Yayo keep sayin', "Nigga, what's a thousand dollars"
She must don't plan on stayin' if she don't swallow
DM'd her friend on Instagram and told that bitch to holler
Dopeboy, bitch, I ain't playin', I fuck with guala
And I don't fuck with rappers, bein' honest
I fuck with them strippers, be at Onyx
Them starlets and them les hoes, your bitch is garbage
Them King of Diamond bitches, ain't they gorgeous?
Drop head Phantom and I'm sittin' on Forgi's
[Hook]
[Tony Yayo:]
It's the Unit, man. We back. Young Buck. Cashville, Ten-a-key, nigga. Yeah
Doper Than My Last One lyrics - G-Unit
[Lloyd Banks:]
Dope-doper than my last one
[Hook - Lloyd Banks:]
I roll up 'till the cash come
I'm on my cool shit, new bitch, doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my last one
I got loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my last one, dope-doper than my last one
[Lloyd Banks:]
War, spoiled, listen, all my props in order
Take me down, good with old green
He ballin', pocket lawyer new town, now tally more cream
You're a borderline performer nightmares
Mixed with my tall dreams
My songs are like a porno, all I got is my word and my soul
My style a half man, convertible gold
Got bitches jumping off the vertical
Oh, thought I forgot?
You dissed me when I wasn't hot
I guess you miss me now
Bitch, you see me, don't flip your frown
The rich get richer, you skip the needy, they strip you down
Your name graffiti, go get my CD, I'll lift the town
Now probably amazing, ain't no winner promise
Generous summers lead the club with all the strippers on us
How can it be I made a pepper promise
My game a cannon, blow your chick Bahamas
And pet pajamas, time as real as it can get, don't find us
You have official problems
An immediate response to all the shit you hollin'
[Hook]
[Lloyd Banks:]
Player blood, freezin', keep my name out trophy season
Fuck is niggas thinking matching me up, won't be even
And I sound like where I'm from, don't gotta freeload off a region
I deebo all the seasons, snakes and leaches only feedin'
Speeding till you crash and burn
Reckless in this white man's world, no blacks concerned
This dose label reality
I'm on the prowl, but get too close taking your battery
Me and my power pen against the world won't rattle me
You been clouded
Thought to gossip me, ain't care about it
I believe the game'll switch to make emcees all fear the profit
Gotta do my own addiction in the V inhaling chocolate
Spit the sickest flow, the inscription clips are hard narcotic
Money standing by the hobbit
We managed, ran back out of product
The hottest topic, killing shit, don't know how to stop it
The pie is lit, you ho for chromo you a Bozo really
Gun sign in your photo like you gon' go nilly
[Hook]
Boy Boy lyrics - G-Unit
[Tony Yayo:]
Tougher than leather, nigga. I'm tougher than an African kid running bare-foot in the gullies, nigga.
Know what I'm saying? Tough. OG now, nigga. Yeah. Yeah
[Tony Yayo:]
To all living things around me
Cash rules everything around me
Your music is unenthusiastic
My jewelry glow in the dark
Scorpio from Serbia, catch you in traffic
20-round clip, curved magazine
And you could leave the Earth over small, little things
John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing
And you ain't do shit when them things start to ring
South side, we outside, niggas kill, son
They'll Seattle Seahawk you, throwing bullets like Wilson
[Young Buck:]
White sheets cover his feet, Ku Klux Klan'ed your man
Left him in the streets, strap in his left hand
The thought of even coming around here was a death plan
And if a nigga cosign that he a "yes man"
Shoot the fuck out of a fuck nigga, I'm all fucked up
So loser, I lose, the dice game getting stuck up
When shit real you get killed around here, it's not a big deal
Load her out, nigga, use my big bitch for a shield
(You know I'm saying?) Thank you for real
[Hook - 50 Cent:]
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
When your mouth to be shooting
You find out that we been shooting all along
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
You get caught without that Ruger
We put hot shit through you then we gone
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me catch you slipping, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
[Tony Yayo:]
My money up when them mills come
LA Reid with the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son
Wise time fly by, I'm an OG, bad bitch with double D's
Nigga, Jordan couldn't palm these, feel the breeze
Wrap 'em in satin, they be gone by the morning
Federal subpoenas while SWATs kick the doors in
Fuck up the sheets, the electric tapes to your door though
I show that bitch how to breathe under water
Excuse moi, French bitches bending over
Snatch 'em out the whip, throw 'em in the Range Rover
Snitches and phones, catch the 30 piece from the jewelry
[?] why they texting 'bout [?] body
Frank Lucas put flowers on bunk graves every Tuesday
That's loyalty and don't listen to everything your lawyer say
Red dot, surgery with the laser
Have a nigga missing like that plane from Malaysia
[Kidd Kidd:]
Fo' fo's, long nose is Gonzo's
Hundred rounds, drum on the K, that's bongos
Running your mouth with deadly convos, I clap like, "bravo"
Bend back for the I call, nigga, huh
You pussy niggas think you got nine lives
I'mma make sure I stick you more than nine times
With that ice pick I'm a cold killer
You tucking your tail and growing whiskers, rat nigga
[Hook]
Choose One lyrics - G-Unit
[Hook - Young Buck:]
All I see is dead people
Come through the hood, niggas starving
If you ain't tryna pay what I'm charging
All I see is dead people
I ain't doing no arguing
No deals, I ain't giving no bargains
My Glock 9 give you 16 ways to die - choose one
Give it to ya how you want it
My .45 give you 32 ways to die - choose one
It's shoot 'em up bang, bang, shit, we still on it, nigga
[Lloyd Banks:]
Every day a star's rising
It ain't no love here, but your heart's [?]
Soul's slipping, sparks flying
Masterpieces is an art dying
Crime release, we break apart lying
Me and them, the [?] crying
Tears of joys heal a real McCoy
Bury your worries, don't wonder who rides for ya
Know yourself, relax and study
Bloody your uniform, no rest, keep moving on
Anybody who do you wrong, wrong turn, it's on
[Young Buck:]
Somebody chain got took, somebody life got lost
Somebody water not working, somebody lights cut off
I watched my partner OD in '03 in front of me
Took the plea, went on a spree, damn near did the whole ki
Paranoid, nose dirty, 'bout to go for them thirty
You keep saying he's hurting, now all his homies is worried
Second-guessing this gangster, they don't know what he said
They don't know what he told, but now you know that he dead
[Hook]
[Tony Yayo:]
I'm in them trenches like I'm a marine sniper in his Gillie suit
HK, SK, turn niggas vegetable
Live past 22 like climbing Mount Everest with one shoe or flip-flop
Middle finger to the opp'
Bacon, egg and cheese at my clip from last night
Smoking, think about that drama from last night
Emotion in your mind, love and hate cause casualty
These old dogs wack in that cave mentality
[Kidd Kidd:]
Dope boy salary, block ground athlete
Move so much weight I lost a couple calories
The palms sells the size of deep batteries
Get hit like Jay Rock when that fat nigga squeeze
My homie Kenny Booth doing life over 8 racks
He broke down in court when they played the tape back
I’m from Mazant, 6 shots, I ate that
Now I won't pay back, let my kids slay that
[Hook]
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