Move on over, I told ya, boy I'm a motherfuckin' soldier, boy And when you get it in your brain The gate's wide open and the off the chain
I be that with that gun-ness, tellin' ya, stop frontin' I be yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n In the Bible I read, death is of the And if you talk about death enough death is come
Dave taught me how to flow, shot him in the head Randy ass was there, now he runnin' say I'm gangsta, some say, I'm crazy If you ask me, say I'm what the hood made me
Now, I can stunt 'til my ass dead like Jay-Z Or put a hundred grand on e'ry head that play me See, I'm cool them Hatian mob niggaz Tu say say mavule, and rob niggaz
The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, with that? See my flick, next to Papi and Cat And Montana, I 'em with the grammar I enhanced in the slammer after bangin' hammers, whattup? (Aight)
You don't live that, you shouldn't say 'Cause what come out, your mouth'll get you down Throwin' your money and we don't play that Get in our line'll get you down (Nigga)
We know where you hang, we know you stay at That bullshit you on'll get you down Here's a few clips that you shouldn't with G-Unit, Ryders'll get you shot down
Aiyyo, fuck y'all niggaz 'bout, think you playin' wit? Double R, G-UNIT, the same ol' (What?) Put the in the ring, watch 'em all quit All y'all niggaz is pussy, suck my
Ain't but a handful of man still standin' I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was (Aight) Now, we meet again, it's all my nigga Back to the street again, it's all hood my
Knock on wood my nigga, we walk the dog We ain't get to where we at by luck, was hard (Aight) But once we got the trials it's all smiles 'Til a big type all of a sudden get wild
Now, why you go and take me back to where I came from? I'ma make you remember, you know my name from (Yeah) Street, and blaow, blaow, ave I done ran through your and only let off half, nigga
You don't live that, you shouldn't say 'Cause what come out, your get you shot down Throwin' your money around and we don't that Get in our line'll get you down (Nigga)
We know where you hang, we know where you at That bullshit you on'll get you shot Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play G-Unit, Ruff get you shot down
Yeah, word, If your head ain't offa shoulders You ain't get shot, you got nicked (Just nicked) 'Cause if my chrome hit a piece of bone gon' do more than chip, nigga (A lot than that)
Yea, what the is the problem? The Porsche is red the is Army 30 shot the gutter is starvin' (Yeah) Niggaz me might rush your apartment (Word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, brain on the I smell murder every that the wind blow Tie him to the chair and knock out his chin bone I don't want the throne or the crown, I sellin' up You can the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one flood the gutters Better tap your man and let him P'll love to cut his And niggaz is gettin' shot down, two up R, S.P. holdin' D block down
You don't that, you shouldn't say that 'Cause what come out, your mouth'll get you down Throwin' money around and we don't play that Get in our line'll get you down (Nigga)
We know where you hang, we where you stay at That bullshit you get you shot down a few clips that you shouldn't play with G-Unit, Ryders'll get you shot down