I a lotta talkin' niggaz must be mad at banks But only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as banks yous front you gon get shot down
We fend to pump crack at cho now, G Unit Nigga ain't nuttin' change you I'll blow your brains
These niggaz really want war They just walk around 'Cause I walk around Why you the long pump is in the trunk for
If you really want we can show up at your front door I know my history, my family done said master livin' positive, 'cause negativity spreads faster A celebrity has ta, his car
'Cause big come flyin' through ya door like Casper I'm smokin' out the jar jar out the bar Distracted see shorty pokin' out the bra Not the type to go metal in
thinkin' you gangsta 'cause you hit a park yellow van Act but ya heart made a marshmellows man Talk tough, till you get cuffed and tellin' damn I got a new bitch and when I'm done wit her
It'll look she dived head first in the pool wit it god damn You only gon wind up tryin' to prove shit I put chalk around ya head like a pool I gotta bucks on the waist
I'm hungry like a south with fly stuck to his face Banks in a truck full of bass Remember I'm a batchelor, the 4 or 5 outta space You could either get bucked or get ya ass
The only tigger you touch is on a gas I got my own personal she really got a curfew Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color I you wanna pop me but but
If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a puck Fuck, I hold the rubber I send at you and I don't mean Emilio or Bubba I'm aimin' for a video cover, huge tall
A pound and a hold the smuggler G Unit's what's up now The Gucci cloth is on a newport upsidedown You gotta come a harder, nigga
You wear while mine a throwback and yours is a starter You still beg a hoe, hoe And you mad you blowin' on oregano You never blow
to step in my ring is brave I don't know a thing about hair stylin' but I can make a finger Short leave her butt in the telly Lace up the and brocclis peanut butter and jelly
I'm about to get this shorty know Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Seltzer pill I ain't loud around a I crowd around a btich
The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina I been sick since was on Harlod Miner dick I could call up a chick and put a child her lips Niggaz stand the fact that I'm real
I the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill Gimme Barbie at her at the chest I'm similar to the Marcus Darvy at the desk
Useta have ta push up, now I got ta press Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac My success got salty, salty
Blowin' steam a cup of coffee Click POW get fuckas off me
I hear a lotta talkin' must be mad at banks But there only one niggaz ain't as bad as banks Nigga yous you gon get shot down
We to pump crack at cho spot now, G Unit Nigga ain't nuttin You move blow your brains
Yea Lloyd Banks what's up nigga? It's 50 nigga you fuckin' wit him I know you fuckin' wit him 'cause I said you wit him my baby right there thats my boy right there my young nigga
What's up nigga? What the I hear hollerin' that keep it real and all that nigga Nigga if you all that gangsta shit Nigga we get it poppin'
Whats up Anytime nigga I don't a fuck if it's 4 in the afternoon any where you see me nigga lets go