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Wussup with it, nigga? (It's how I do things) G-Unit South! (You know you f**ked up, right?) Aye yo, f**k tha police!! And f**k you snitchy azz niggas!! You know whudd it is!! (Matta a fact) Aye yo nigga! (You know whudd?!) Suck my dick!! (Chorus) Yeah I sell dope, come and catch me nigga (What!!) I do it fo' my folks, come and catch me nigga (Yuh!!) Damn right I took glocks, come and catch me nigga (What!!) I still won't stop if you catch me, nigga (Let's Goooo!!) Yeah I sell dope, come and catch me nigga (What!!) I do it fo' my folks, come and catch me nigga Damn right I took glocks, come and catch me nigga (What!!) I still won't stop if you catch me, nigga (C'monnn!) (Verse 1: All Star) I neva been fronted, if I got it - then I bought it Nigga, certified hustle-a, neva been caughted (Yuh!) Traffican' and trappin' got me stackin' up these bucks Nigga, I was grindin' hard when Warren Sapp was with (The Bucks) (Oooooowwhh) Nigga, we can git it crackin', really I don't give a f**k Call Scrap' and cherk Buck Like, "Let's go hit 'em up!" From tha -A- to Cashville, G-Unit, G's up And we talk to much heat to eva-eva freeze up (Holla!) Keep a hammer on my waist, a banana on tha cake I'm just happy to see 21 candals on tha cake And if I'm eva down bad, it's a bandana on my face I'll stomp bitch, I don't give a damn 'bout a case (F**k!) (Chorus) (Verse 2: Lil Scrappy) Yo.. (Aye..) See, I don't give a f**k if he know, you know I'll smoke-a blunt in front of tha police like it's legal (C'mon!!) Stand on tha squad car screaming "F**k tha people!" Man dem niggas hear me, then can git it like we do (Yeeaaah!!) Perp for tha low, peel fo' you roll Gotta go and hustle, 'cause my pokets on low Got a couplah niggas dat's gon' flip em O's It was born in my blood, I'm gon pimp em ho's (Fo' Sho'!!) When you see me in tha street, yeah I did it fo' tha struggle ho' Now on my time, I'm gon' do it fo' my daughter tho Even if I have to rob and lay a nigga on tha flo' (Aye, Aye) You don't want no problems - just gimme what I came fo' (G-Uniit!!) (Chorus) (Verse 3: Young Buck) Posted up, on dis corna like whateva My chin-chilla covas, on my G-Unit sweata (Yeah!!) On Tuesdays and Thursdays they say tha vikes rollin' We see 'em ride by, but we act like we don't know 'em They know they we ain't gone, see dis is our hood (What!!) We wear these bandanas, not 'cause they look good (Fo' Real!) Let's do dis fo' big took it, them niggas in the pen Tha ones dat won't neva see these f**kin' streets again (Yeaaah!!) So f**k tha D.E.A. and f**k tha F.B.I. We traffican' dis shit, up until tha day we die (Bu-bu-bu-buck!) Some say I'm out my mind, I say I'm about my grind (What!!) Dat's why when I tell 'em I bought a phantom They know dat I ain't lyin' (Aye!!) (Chorus) (Outro) Niggas know whudd it is! Straight up, on some real shiit, haha I got public service work to do, haha Yeahh!!! Aye yo 50!! Aye yo nigga! You told me what dem {?} gon' do Now I see watchu mean F**k tha police!! Haha.. Yeah nigga, G-Unit South!! Yeo!! |
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(Intro)
Wussup real niggas? (Real niggas..) Aye yo, shout out to dem niggas in penny-tentiary I see y'all niggas, my niggas comin' home!! And it's onn!! (Verse 1) I don't want no problems (Yeah nigga), I just want to shoot (So watch yaself) I don't want to rob 'em (Haha), I just want tha loot (Gimme dat, mothaf**ka!) I don't want no problems (Yeah nigga), I just want to shoot (So watch yaself) I don't want to rob 'em (Haha), I just want tha loot (Gimme dat, mothaf**ka!) There come 'em boys wit' dem bandanas on (Yeah!) They totin' A.K's wit' banana clips on (Blow!) You thankin' we snorin' some much white on dese streets (Whudd!) Dese ho's out here doin', I'm a P-i-m-p Nigga TIP is murda case, {?} is murda case, {?} is murda case Cashville tha murda state, {?} is murda case, {?} is murda case Look I ain't here to play, I can git it 'nutha day (Yeah!) I do it fo' tha hood, and you do it fo' TV (C'monn!) Now, streets love niggas like me and Young Jeezy I'm leanin' on tha leatha and grippin' on tha wood Wit' my hand on a metal, I wish a nigga would (Wooooo) (Chorus - 2x) I don't want no problems, I just want to shoot (Boom!) I don't want to rob 'em, I just want tha loot (Yeah!) And I ain't fo' no talkin', so wutchu wanna do?! (Do!) Got click full of killas, nigga you can git it too!! (Too!) (Verse 2) Tha word on tha streets is Some G-Unit niggas, wit' whole lotta guns, bussin' shots (Yeeaaahh) So somebody call 50, and tell him come quicky Go try to make 'em young boys stop (Ooowhh!!) I'm not sent to play dese games (Whudd!) See some thangs, they'll change You'll no longa hear me sayin' dese rappas names (Nah!) I had e'nuff, gotta cake to shot, ya time's up Bitch I'm comin' to ya hood if you wanna fight Buck (Let's Gooo!) Spider-Loc got me ridin' thru dese sets in L.A. As country as I am, mayn' I feel like I'm gon' stay(West-ssiide!) They know a real nigga when they see 'em - I won't play And I ain't worry 'bout no money nigga, I know Dre Tha glock stay on me, and tha knife's fo' back-up (Ooh!!) I'm comin' to tha +Vibe Awards+, dare ya to ack up (Haha) Go tell 'em dat I'm back, and I'm still on my hustle You know a nigga stapped, hommie you don't want no trouble (Chorus - x2) (Outro) Huh!! So it is whudd it is.. Dat's a rap.. Next time I'm start shootin' tha shit outta you bitch azz rap niggas Phureal tho!! Niggas know, I just walked out up of dat court room smellin' like weed and shiit.. Haha.. Phureal like you know, tha probation offica can kiss my ass! Tha D.A. can kiss my ass! Every body in tha Goddamn court room, can kiss my ass!! F**k y'all!! 'Cause see, when a mothaf**kin' nigga got his life in ya hands y'all mothaf**kin' still good But when a nigga beat cho mothaf**kin' azz, y'all niggas be like "Wooohh" |
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(Intro)
It's tha Re-mix Young Buck! G-Uniit South! Ha ha! Aye yo, it's like I got a spot out in L.A. I got a spot in New York And I just got a spot in tha -A- So shawty wussup! (Chorus) I need a freak (Uh-oh), Where she at (Oh-oh) Uh-oh shawty (Shawty), here I go She really gotta know how to git down fo' hers I'm talkin'bout freakin' err'body... I need a freak (Uh-oh), Where she at (Oh-oh) Uh-oh shawty (Shawty), here I go She really gotta know how to git down fo' hers I'm talkin'bout freakin' err'body.... I wanna freak..... (Verse 1) Yeah show me whatchu got gurl I ain't from around here, take me to ya world Crystal and patrone, and you know it's on (Yo!) A Gangsta Grill mixtape, just to keep it goin' (Uh-oh, Aye!) Mint flow so you gotta take ya shoes off (Whudd!!) It's more room in this phanton then a U-Haul Shawty say she down wit' it, but she got a mayn' (Huh!!) And she ain't really use to havin' one nite stands (Ha ha) So what's it gon' be - show me where ya live Put ya head down baby, let me see ya grill Gone wit' ya bad azz, make them ho's hate (Aye!) Well make up ya mind, real niggas don't wait (Nah!) What's it gonna take fo' ya to break us all off (C'monn) Neva thought I'd see tha day when I'd be askin' what it costs (Fo' Sho'!) Ice on my teeth got her starrin' in my mouf As soon as i find myself a freak - I'm OUT! (Chorus) (Verse 2) Here ya go babydoll, take two of these I'ma let tha top down so dat we can feel a breeze (Let's go!) Gon' feel like a millian bucks in dis Porsche truck Gotta big white cup full of purple stuff (Yeaahhh!!) Sales blowin' gone up, yeah they want Buck (Uhh!) If yee'in lettin' a nigga f**k - I ain't showin' up In tha strip club gone on dat Grey juice (Owh!!) These ho's crushin' down pills in they Orange juice Do ya thang ma, I ain't gotta problem wit' it And when ya finished, roll tha weed up and I'ma hit it! (Buck!) Dat how we do it, 7 days a week When ya see me in tha streets, you can speak! (You can speak) (Chorus) (Outro) So holla! Phureal tho I'm out here baby Aye, you know whudd it is I ain't trippin' My babymama ain't trippin' Phureal tho! I mean, you got to love it baby! Young Buck! Let's go! Aye Nay, rememba what I said I need a freak And I don't discriminate against niggas' babymama's C'monn shawty (Gangsta Grizzel!!) Do ya thang shawty Do ya thang shawty If ya see me in tha hood Do ya thang shawty Do ya thang shawty If ya catch me in tha club Do ya thang shawty Do ya thang shawty When ya see me in tha mall Do ya thang shawty Do ya thang shawty Don't matta where I'm at (Yea!) Do ya thang shawty Do ya thang shawty ... |
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Nigga i am the streets
Not just the south but im the streeets Im your neibourgh hood nigga They holla stop buck red light but green mean go If people see me on top and they see me broke Fuck a billie we treat em like buwriks and work items Blunt cuts on the floor but nigga i aint worried bout it Niggas paying 32 with outa problem My plug stoped serving we and we gonne rob em (keep it moving) That aint snich scale who you folling see when you weigh mine gotta watch what you duin Tied up to times, get back to my grind this whole blook hit mine you can't make one dime The who by, im up like i snorted two lines, two nines in a park pepping out the window blinds Watting on the paper, watting on the haters, befor they kick my door i peal em like patatoes Bite down bitch i got 20 diffrent flavours, ask them what happend to those that didn't pay us I got a couple ounches left and ima move on (move on) Watch you watting on nigga you taking to long I got a few pounds left and ima move on (move on) The goverment get to us so who boom Middel finger out the window ima make it out the gutter Everytime you see me im going hard muthafucker Like yeah Keep it moving lil homie Keep it moving on Yeah Keep it moving lil mama keep it moving on Fuckin niggas wanna compet, they wanna be king pins They want it for cheap they had me back on see in (not me agian) But no no me don't sell no dope no more the dope sell it's self me just ride around in blowdro (fo sho) With your hoe, she put her head down then i go slow i go (Oh Oh) then i drop her of at you door Back to the money like they stole sumthing from me, a carck full of goones with there nose all runny A full moon (Ohhh), it's got me graulling, can't go in the house untill a made a couple thousand Follow me i take you right were the dollars be, you cant talk about your hustel niggas gotta see, Some niggas got paper but they not a gee, alphabet bois get em in their coopa ple, Everybood aint real shawty obviusly, yeah what eva that you get you aint got from me I got a couple ounches left and ima move on (move on) Watch you watting on nigga you taking to long I got a few pounds left and ima move on (move on) The goverment get to us so who boom Middel finger out the window ima make it out the gutter Everytime you see me im going hard muthafucker Like yeah Keep it moving lil homie Keep it moving on Yeah Keep it moving lil mama keep it moving on Bitch it got em murder, hada hada hat so he served em Draged em in an ally and they burned em, nobody herd em But some body smelled the fumes, i keep telling these kids this is not a cartoon Caught him in a school zone dirty, he onli 15, we won't see him till he 30, a whole birdy Damn, yeah act like you herd me you migh couporate, still aint getting out early Niggas love these hoes, can't be away from them, soon they put em in a room dats when they say sumthing (hey let me out) Next thing you knwo they coming (five oh) don't let em find no weed, no yay or nuthing, tell the judge fuck yall i was way in london With my doctor bitch she making plenty money, dicki shorts, house shoes on, drop top playing old school songs bitch move on I got a couple ounches left and ima move on (move on) Watch you watting on nigga you taking to long I got a few pounds left and ima move on (move on) The goverment get to us so who boom Middel finger out the window ima make it out the gutter Everytime you see me im going hard muthafucker Like yeah Keep it moving lil homie Keep it moving on Yeah Keep it moving lil mama keep it moving on Outlaw nigga, shiet they took from us for 400 years Im about to get every god damn thing these muthafuckas ow me Fuck all yall bitch as nigga, fuck the Police, fuck the President, Fuck yor mama, fuck your dady, fuck all you hatting as niggas Matter fact fuck you buck TRiM! PR!NCE!! |
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[Chorus](Sharron Sanders)
You might see my riims spiiinin And all this big time and shinin' Im postin up tonight Lets get this money Lets get this money Lets get this money Lets get this money [Young Buck] Im on my grind aint no clubbin for me, Cuase lil groupie ass hoes mean nothin to me I like chinchilla furs, cars and crocidiles Similiar to jigga but my own lifestyle I got a child so i ant really bout no games Ive been all around the world and its al the same If you aint got monye you dam near dead So we post on the block till we get us some bread I aint been home in 3 days or change my clothes, But i can reach in my pocket pull out a bankroll A ballah baby i dont love these hoes I hustle monday through sunday My shop neva close Thats why you see the ice on them chrome 24's Cause im in the traphouse while 50 doin shows Love for the rap game but live for the streets What would you do if you was gettin? it cheap [Chorus] You might see myy riiims spiiinin And all this big time and shinin' Im postin up tonight Lets get this money Lets get this money Lets get this money Lets get this money [Young Buck] Brin it back if you takin to long Im trying ot flip minds quick see my patience is gone Let the lil homies take my cars to the club And ima post right here, come show me some love I got 2 for 1's cuase, 3 for the twenty Im takin dimes, pennies or whatever that you give me Gotta make it home so im checkin my rearview These rappers aint trappin For real i still do Captain of ship or ther kernal of the tank Whatever that you cal me in money in da bank Just playin my position liike a shoulder do And it aint no tellin what i sold to you I told my girl hold on im tryin to get a lil bigga You aint feelin that go find another nigga A money go-getter you gotta love me Underground king like pimp c and bun b [Chorus] You might see myy riiims spiiinin And all this big time and shinin' Im postin up tonight Lets get this money Lets get this money Lets get this money Lets get this money |
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(Chorus: Young Buck)
They was glad I was broke, mad cuz I'm rich So put that nigga out if it's a hater in this bitch (uh-oh!!) Stuntin in the club, make 'em start a riot Throw my hood up then go take it outside (Repeat) (Verse 1: Young Buck) Why you hate me nigga? Yo baby momma love me She see me in the club, and runs up and hug me I show her no love, she keep on comin back Tellin me she got yo club, and where yo money at It must be my 'Lac, that's sittin on Pirellis The way I count stacks, that's got these niggas jealous See I'm hard on a hoe, I get down for mine You need a hand-out bitch, don't waste ya time If you don't work (you don't work), you don't eat (you don't eat) We go to jail, go to church, go to sleep I'm ridin' 'round wit Scrappy in the A wit my heat Tryna figure out how to get to Peachtree Come on nigga (Verse 2: Lil' Murder) Young nigga, but a certified playa But youse a bitch nigga, youse a bonafide hater They was glad I was broke, but now im livin major Hustlin and servin niggas like a waiter for the paper We ridin down the strip in sumthin so wet When ya bitch see a nigga, wanna suck a nigga dick Smokin' dro and drinkin' liquor till a nigga get sick Every city, every state, it's the same ol' shit Nigga money make the world go 'round so get ya hustle on These niggas snitchin' so much, I'm like "f**k a phone" Mad cuz im on, they love to see me down I know you gon' let me shine and get mine nigga (Chorus) (Verse 3: All-Star) Look, hatin' aint healthy, nigga so keep it movin' These shots will wake ya whole hood up, I'm sleepin' through it Chea, I'm used to it, I done made a gun fire Pull the trigger one time, sound like a gun fight You was glad I was broke, now ya mad cuz ya hoe Love it when a nigga put it in the back of her throat Buck, Hi-C, Murder, and Star, we aint never scared I don't need my pistol in the club, I'll brawl there I know hustlers that do deal white Jump stupid, find out what these boots feel like Yea, yall know me, All-Star im so street (yea) What it is, what it aint, what it gon be (Verse 4: Hi-C) I don't bust my gun, like a halftime football game I aimed straight and I took yall name And ya whole click look all lame You can catch me in the house with a pyrex and it cook all caine Put that metal in ya mouth, you gon swear I was doctor walls Im in the club with my muthaf**kin' glock in drawers I had to let my nuts hang, so I dropped my balls You aint hit him wit no bullets nigga shot the walls You shoot to scare, I aim and kill When I dump on you, they gon think yo brain aint real Im heavyweight in the game, you featherweight When they hear a nigga take a loss, they wanna celebrate Bitch (Chorus) |
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(Intro)
Aye Drama, hold up fo' a sec' aiight Stop dat gangsta shit fo' dis niggas one time Cut dat shit tha f**k off right now, ya'undastand Dis niggas ain't f**kin' payin' attention They not seen what df is goin' on It's a movement nigga, G-Unit South! Git wit' it or live wit' out nigga!! You know whudd it is when you see me in tha mothaf**kin' streets Let's Goooo!! (G-Unit!!) (Verse 1) As the world turn, let tha weed burn I need mine and I know dat you need yours Shit ain't all good but tha hood still got my back And believe dat I got my strap (Get 'Em Buck!!) I don't wanna hear bout tha shit you've been thru Niggas all know bout the {?} You ain't got to sit to me if it offends you But come thru, show me love and I'll defend you (Owh!) See me on tha news, be like: "Damn dat's ugly" So like 'Pac sayd: "Only God can judge me" Six rocks left 'till my packets gon' (Yeaaahh) On tha block by myself I ain't got no home Niggas gittin' at my bitch in tha club Tellin' her to holla soon as I'm locked up So damnit it's on me now, I can make 'em famous (Whudd!) By standin' by a nigga labeled "Armed & Dangerous" But don't no body really see tha picture And do ya see ya momma face starrin' at some tissue? I made my mind up befo' I got a record deal You can make fake money, but tha respect is real (Hook) Even if I did they gon' say I didn't Even if I ain't they gon' say I'm wit' it We hustle all nite out here trynnah git it (C'monn) So even if I gotta lay down fo' a minute (Owh!) I be back.. (Same ol' nigga) I be back.. (Whudd) (Just got a lil' bigga) I be back, (C'monn) (One mo' time) I be back, (Fo'sho) To git what's mine (Verse 2) Day dreamin', thankin' where they gon' send me (Huh!) I'm doin' bout a hunned in dis {?} And they don't see me sweat, so I smile thru it all (Yuh!) I see tha blue lights but I'm thankin' "Hayell no" (Nooo!) I wanna do right, but they tell me dat I'm wrong Fo' doin' 35 in durrty speed zone (Dayum) I should've called 50, tell him I'm pulled ova (Nah!) But he know I'm strap'd and he know I ain't soba So lemme take a deep breathe, put my seatbelt on When he walks to tha car, holla back - we gone I gotta case pinned on me and I'm out on bars So he gon' have his trynnah handcuff my arms And he gon' have 20 niggas trynnah do him wrong When only he had to do is sit back and be gon' F**k tha D.E.A. and tha Feds Git money mothaf**ka, you can sleep when ya dead (Yuh!) (Hook) Even if I did they gon' say I didn't Even if I ain't they gon' say I'm wit' it (Yuh!) We hustle all nite out here trynnah git it (C'monn) So even if I gotta lay down fo' a minute (Owh!) I be back.. (Same ol' nigga) I be back.. (Whudd) (Just got a lil' bigga) I be back, (C'monn) (One mo' time) I be back, (Fo'sho) To git what's mine |
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(Intro : Young Buck)
You know whudd it is.. G-Uniit, SAA-OUTH!! (All Star) Ha.. Ha.. Ha.. Ha.. Yeah (G'yeah), I'm tha Prince of tha 'Ville.. Ha.. All Star.. Lyrics wise, I'm tha best man, y'all already know So dis time around I'm gon' done down my flow, man There very few rappas dat use to git it off snow From my mouf to y'all ears, man these niggas is ho's Runnin' around to tha bars, sayin' how fake I am Then ya see me in tha streets and ya shakin' my hand (Whuddup Stunna?) Then you pull off in ya ride and ya playin' my jam Nigga make up ya mind, Is you a hata or fan? Damn! Y'all niggas is actin' way to tough Don't make me send my niggas through, make you shut df up (Shhh) I ain't givin' in to all dat he sayd she sayd My niggas (Taking Hits) like Buck & D-Tay Tell me whatchu know about Star? Pull out from tha club with ya bitch in the car! Have they mind blown from tha shit in tha jar And then pop anutha bottle, 'nutha twisted, nutha gone Easy git anutha bitch, f**k it - we all rich (F**k It!) Shiit, if we ain't - chya babymama convinst (Ha ha) Yeah, if he ain't, how he talk so slick 'Cause on tha low in 04, he really bought those bricks Tha case is beat, we f**kin' wit' rap (Pac-Man) runnin' wit' us, so they callin' him bad He offically grind hard, so how gutta's dat East-syde heavy hittas don't do nuthin' but Trap Tha streets respect a nigga, 'cause I grind and ball They say Star even gittin' love behind tha walls Take dis mixtape money, go and buy me a coup' See, I'm remindin' you, of what you trynnah do |
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(Lil Scrappy)
Okay-kay-kay-kayyy, G's up, Lil Scrappy I got money BME (BME), money in the bank, G-Unit! (Chorus - 4X) I got money in the bank (yea) shawty what you drank (Lil Scrappy) I'ma get that, dough and f**k with dem, hoes Young ladied that know me know Scrappy's a, pro Fill up at the, bar go get a mas-sage Find me a couple we can make it a, me-nage You be tryin, hard but nigga don't, start You be doin shit is gon' get you to the, morgue I go get that, paper a mega f**kin watch I be pullin out knots, that can buy me a, yacht Hold on baby, please, go get on yo', knees If you don't do it for me then do it for the, cheese (yea) I got extra weed (yea) money long like sleeves (yea) If a nigga try to creep, I got extra heat Got a bank account (cha-ching) with a large amount If a nigga wanna talk, nigga we can let it bounce (bounce) Take it outside, nigga f**k fallin back Killers run up in the club, ballin with a bigger stack (Chorus - 2X) (Young Buck) Two step with me, let me show you how it goes The Murcielago, lemme show you how it rolls I got a Bentley that I only drove one time 50 bought it for me shorty but it's still mine My Chevy clean and the paint look like lemon-lime You wanna shine, it ain't hard, just get on your grind We keep a bankroll, wallet full of credit cards Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars Dirty South tatted on my back, I'm country She said she like the way I talk, these hoes love me Club goin crazy, we throwin out stacks G-Unit South yeah, tell the DJ bring it back See I'm A-Town stompin in a A-Town hat But I'm reppin Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat It ain't 'bout where you from homeboy it's where you at Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah it's cool I'll be back Cause I got (Chorus - 2X) (Lil Scrappy) 50, got me, Lil Jon, got me I got a big-ass squad, how you gon' stop me Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop Lil Jon, got me, 50, got me I got a big-ass family, how you gon' stop me Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop (Chorus - 2X) |
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its gangtsa grillz you bastards, gangsta grillz!!
yo wassup, what are you goin to do shorty, nothing im tryin to roll,are you tryin to get your roll on? yea im tryin to roll.. Gangsta Gangsta!! roll with me daddy what you talkin bout i wanna pop a pill you wanna pop a whatt?!?! pop a pill pop pop a pill call the X-man tell him bring me some pills roll with me daddy what you talkin bout i wanna pop a pill you wanna pop a whatt?!?! pop a pill pop pop a pill call the X-man tell him bring me some pills i got a yellow goldfish a blue spiderman got a can of orange juice n a pill in my hand i got a yellow goldfish a blue spiderman got a can of orange juice n a pill in my hand i got a yellow goldfish a blue spiderman got a can of orange juice n a pill in my hand bout to get my roll on with these two green apples find me a bitch take her back to my castle orange mangos the ranty cups(?) them brown ones got niggaz fuked up got my gucci shades on i no these niggas hatin me im selling orange webans and blue naked ladies clubs goin crazy everythings spinning these niggas mean muggin but there hoes keep grinning im in my own world let me show you how it is call the X-men tell him to bring me sum pills roll with me daddy what you talkin bout i wanna pop a pill you wanna pop a whatt?!?! pop a pill pop pop a pill call the X-man tell him bring me some pills roll with me daddy what you talkin bout i wanna pop a pill you wanna pop a whatt?!?! pop a pill pop pop a pill call the X-man tell him bring me some pills were all on the blues i got those greens and the reds we all feling good going hard on the X you mite catch me at the bar with yo bitch she says shes never poped but tonight she say she is i got one in mi hand you cant stop me now the one thats in mi mouth got me feling like bob deplow damn look at mi grills god damn i cant reli talk on the lean god damn i cant reli walk (?) bucket full of pils dono the rest!! |
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Nigga, G-Unit Nigga!! Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap shit Could have a nigga beefin' wit his own homebois, ya'know? Shit f**ked up, but dis how it goes... (Verse) Came up (Yuh!), I did my thang Dis is so real I ain't sayin' no names (Nah!) Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther King 'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole f**kin' team (Huh!) Switched my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!) My Daughter on tha way I don't need these problems (Aiight) Find me a new job - I wanna rap So I got myself a new squad, got out tha trap Didn't have too many niggas ridin' wit' me then (Uh) But now everybody wanna ride in my Benz (Uhh!!) Dis one nigga dat I called a friend of mine He was really right there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!) But I stayed on tha grind, waited in tha line Thinkin' dat we'd both git rich in due time (Nigga!) My blessin' came and people started to listin It's G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!) To ride wit' a nigga, and make his own bread Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did what I can He got a lil' man dat he called his artist (Yeah!) I took him right in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!) Brought him round 50 to show him what he got He looked at me quickly and said he was hot We was on our way, straight to tha top But my homeboi feel like his man need to drop (Uh ohh) His frustration kicks in, now here we go My homeboi feelin' like I owe a lil' mo' Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my album out (Okayye!) Shit my own damn mama didn't have a house (Phureal!) Stay focused tha way I post dis When tha lights on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh) Shit got bad, my homeboi really got mad 'Cause he started losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!) Nobody to blame but who else, Guess who? He started sendin' threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!) Now I can't live around dis beef stuff (Nah) Dis ain't New York, my city ain't big enough So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy wit' guns and shit (C'monn) Askin' The Lord how did it come to dis (Why?!) There he goes, right there with his toy souljas I'm all by myself, let's git dis ova Dogg down on the whole crowd, don't nobody move Where my homeboi at, what he say he gon' do? (Huh!) Outta nowhere, my homeboi show his face (Aye!) But one of his souljas pull a gun from his waist (Dayum!!) I started to shoot, but I looked in his eyes And then i realized dat he didn't wanned die So it's back to my homeboi, Wussup now?! He like "Damn Buck, you really actin' f**ked up now" I'm like "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah kill me." Glock still out nobody gittin' near me (Unh uh) A car door opens, and who do I see?! My homeboi artist who was down wit' me He holla "Put ya guns down, and put ya hands up" (What?!) I wadn't thinkin' I just f**ked ya man up Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac truck (C'monn) Told my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!) Weeks went by, and we got back cool First it's shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!) 'Cause these same ol' dues dat i let back round (Okayye) Doin' all kinds'a shit behind my back now Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to make some noise? (Aiight!) But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war witcha homeboi (Outro) They smilin' in ya face All tha time they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..) They smilin' in ya face All tha time they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..) |
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