Yeah, Its 50 Cent, Young Buck G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT! We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again We party, harder than you can imagine You can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win
I feel attention when I walk in the club G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub I dont need security, this Gorilla enough I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all So ladies call ya girls, n niggaz call ya dogs If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight She might neva come home again nigga, aight! Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like Ridin' in Cashville runnin all stop lights Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison My daddys a dope fein, n i dont really miss him Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin' Tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm 50 holla get 'em Buck, you know im gunna get 'em Raaaaa!
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in to this nine I know you gonna smoke on my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
I know im sinnin but im winnin at tha same time Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nine Niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs do G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips n the Blooz too Move lemme come through Aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldies My goals keep shinin, Them hoes keep cryin The handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds Just left Cashville, bout to fly to Miami Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys Niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly cant stand me I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties Bitch!
Ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in to this nine I know you gonna smoke on my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
Bet ya I can make them bounce back Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah) Now where ya hood at? Buck If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do Who want beif, I aint come for no name callin Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin' Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks Can't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes It's alright if you still on the block boy See ima cold young thug, not a hot boy You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars As soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all cars Young Buck!
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in to this nine I know you gonna smoke on my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again We party, harder than you can imagine You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win AHH!
Fire!!! I make it hotter Friction turns to fire You're what I desire I'm comin to getcha girl That's right, that's right It's on tonight Your just my type You're what i like I bring that heat Ya heard me right Everywhere I go, go Let's go Somethin new It's another episode Music bumpin and sweatin Drippin on the dancefloor I like it when shorty get it back in the bag When she do it like that I don't know how to act Now work it Go ahead grind it on me That's perfect I'll pay to play it If its worth it My phone numb' if you want me (yeah) You can chirp it (yeah) Baby work it (yeah) Take these bricks and break 'em down If you want i could serve them by the pound Shorty don't you got what i want to flip Baby girl tell me you can handle it Well if you want it let's go I got that fire So hot I'll burn it down I think ya already know I got that fire (fire) I'm the flyest chick around You want it (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I've got it (ooo) That fire (ooo) So I'm might (ooo) Ignite ya (ooo) It's fire (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I burn it down on stage I make it hot Til the fire marshals come shut down the spot I had the club jam packed everytime I rock These other niggas ain't got the style I got I go back to the basics and break it all the way, all the way down You can hate this but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around Everywhere you go, there I go I'm 50 Cent Yes the star at the bar, I'll get ya bent You wanna party, let's party You wanna freak, be a freak You wanna creep, we can creep Tell me what it's gonna be So you can... Take these bricks and break 'em down If you want I could serve them by the pound Shorty don't you got what I want to flip Baby girl tell me you can handle it Well if you want it let's go I got that fire So hot I'll burn it down I think ya already know I got that fire (fire) I'm the flyest chick around You want it (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I've got it (ooo) That fire (ooo) So I'm might (ooo) Ignite ya (ooo) It's fire (ooo) It's fire (ooo) Fire!!! Now all you really ready I said are really ready I make the temperature rise Now don't be suprised I had a ice on stunt and heavy I got a hell of a flow You should already know So over 30 million records already It's the third time around You know how I get down I'm hands down pound for pound The best around Now work it Go ahead grind it on me That's perfect I'll play to play If it's worth it My phone numb' if you want me (yeah) You can chirp it (yeah) Work it (yeah) (Woo)
[Trick Daddy:] Our father who art in heaven Hallowed thy be thy name, thy kingdom come All our G's would've been gone (would've been done) If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man)
[Verse 1: Trick] In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal Seen niggaz steal and done seen niggaz kill And them same niggaz there, them be the main ones that tell There's a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills I rather be the bitch that's squeezing than the nigga that's bleeding See I'ma drink my liquor and I'ma smoke my weed And I'ma stay far away from y'all buster motherfuckers Y'all sucker motherfuckers, man fuck you motherfuckers I'm being convicted of a thug living and drug dealing Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' nigga My first words was curse words, shit, the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid And I was raised by pimps, hoes and mobsters Taught the game by dope boys and robbers I ran the steets with goons, I broke the rules with fools I used to take my motherfucking tool to school
[Chorus: Trick] See I been thuggin all my life, trying to live right, you ain't even got ask I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs, what you know about that You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) You alread know (straight up), Straight up (straight up)
[Verse 2: Buck] These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie Got me running from them rookies and poppin at the seargent Tried to tell not to push me now look what you done started And you got these rap artists thats beefing on these songs But I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone I'm a grown ass man that ain't about playing Ten G's will get you killed, family will die for twenty grand Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a cuban You damn right I know they mad, cuz half of em' losing I slip a another clip into my A.K. Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae See the Chevy got a stash spot I can fit a hundred in the back and just mash out Hope I make it home, it they catch me then I'm gone So we put it on the line Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle til' you shine
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Trick] My blood line is a level above the thug line And according to the cat scan I ain't a ordinary man See I run off oil and I breathe off chronic I power up off money like a motherfucking bionic I travel through time with a military mind Strapped with a Russian A.K. and a German made nine And don't mad at the [?] they ain't the one trying to attack us It's slimy ass niggaz and red neck ass crackers Y'all better lower your weapons (lower your weapons) Before my niggaz get to steppin Cuz shit can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban niggaz and Haitians Rebellion on your ass For the shit you did to us in the past See y'all [?] and even arrested fiends It took you fifteen years to close the ave It's going to be twenty more before they close the ? Now where my motherfucking twenty one soldiers at Now where my D Boy big gun toters at
[Trick Daddy:] Our father who art in heaven Hallowed thy be thy name, thy kingdom come All our G's would've been gone (would've been done) If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man)
[Verse 1: Trick] In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal Seen niggaz steal and done seen niggaz kill And them same niggaz there, them be the main ones that tell There's a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills I rather be the bitch that's squeezing than the nigga that's bleeding See I'ma drink my liquor and I'ma smoke my weed And I'ma stay far away from y'all buster motherfuckers Y'all sucker motherfuckers, man fuck you motherfuckers I'm being convicted of a thug living and drug dealing Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' nigga My first words was curse words, shit, the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid And I was raised by pimps, hoes and mobsters Taught the game by dope boys and robbers I ran the steets with goons, I broke the rules with fools I used to take my motherfucking tool to school
[Chorus: Trick] See I been thuggin all my life, trying to live right, you ain't even got ask I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs, what you know about that You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up) You alread know (straight up), Straight up (straight up)
[Verse 2: Buck] These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie Got me running from them rookies and poppin at the seargent Tried to tell not to push me now look what you done started And you got these rap artists thats beefing on these songs But I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone I'm a grown ass man that ain't about playing Ten G's will get you killed, family will die for twenty grand Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a cuban You damn right I know they mad, cuz half of em' losing I slip a another clip into my A.K. Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae See the Chevy got a stash spot I can fit a hundred in the back and just mash out Hope I make it home, it they catch me then I'm gone So we put it on the line Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle til' you shine
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Trick] My blood line is a level above the thug line And according to the cat scan I ain't a ordinary man See I run off oil and I breathe off chronic I power up off money like a motherfucking bionic I travel through time with a military mind Strapped with a Russian A.K. and a German made nine And don't mad at the [?] they ain't the one trying to attack us It's slimy ass niggaz and red neck ass crackers Y'all better lower your weapons (lower your weapons) Before my niggaz get to steppin Cuz shit can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban niggaz and Haitians Rebellion on your ass For the shit you did to us in the past See y'all [?] and even arrested fiends It took you fifteen years to close the ave It's going to be twenty more before they close the ? Now where my motherfucking twenty one soldiers at Now where my D Boy big gun toters at
[Chorus]
I'M A Soldier 작곡:A.L. Harris,Curtis Jackson,D. Mckinnis,David Brown,Vidal Davis
Yeh .. Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck I come from a small town, where organised crime is the rule You kill nigga's without permission, nigga's gon' kill you We bang the rags too, red and blue That shit aint only on the westside fool Surrounded by section 8 houses and the projects A place where you make the wrong turn, you're gettin robbed at We all targets standin out on the street corner Thats why you see the lil' kids with the heat on 'em Police pull up, hop out when they can't catch us They never even get a change to say "park your weapons" Liquor stores never close, the whole hood high Niggas know when Its "roll", the whole hood ride We on that bishop and jude shit I'll put this 4-5 In your mouth like a toothpick (you bitch) The south ain't safe no mo', so get a gun And pray to God that u make It to see 21 Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck You gon' make me crawl through your backyard, and cut off your lightswitch Kick in your back door, and take all that white shit Niggas know what to do when im around Go put ya' pack up, and pick up ya' 4 pound, it's bout to go down Buck back on that bullshit, he even got his baby momma walkin with a full clip Fucked a couple r&b hoes, but now it's back to the hoodrats They lick a nigga dick and know where that good at Money don't make a nigga change It's just the niggas that ain't neva' had nuthin start doin strange thangs They say i must like beef, cuz 50 got 50 enemies But if they fight him, they gotta fight me Come ride through these 3rd row's And let me show ya how i puttin' in work goals The 4-4 bulldog small enought to fit in a nigga boot So it's wherever, whenever, whatever you wanna do (nigga) Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck Imma soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up Leave you head bust, imma head busta, man I don't give a fuck Im'a soldier, left . right . left . right . left Im'a soldier, left . right . left . right . left Im'a soldier
Do It Like Me 작곡:Chad Burnette,D-Prosper,David Brown,Michael Clervoix
All my thugs and thugets Walk where i walk, see what i see Now i welcome you all to cashville, tennekee All my life, i hustle'd all night Now i'm alright, my wrist is all ice And i did it all, without ya'll advice I done been to hell and back, twice You cant do it like me! Now as the world turns, i let my bud burn Police writin' down my tags, like im con'cerned I graduated from the nickels and dimes You need the F.E.D.'s bitch, to come get mine Get on the grind hoe, and stay the fuck up outta mine fo' The kid's find daddy lay'd out with his eyes closed I know, can't be humble in the jungle Give a nigga an inch, he'll take a whole mile from ya' So i bust first, fuck this earth nigga Whats worse? wakin' up in the pen, or sleepin' up under the dirt Boo yow! is the sound of the 40 cal. Ak's bananna clips hold a 100 rounds Test me, rude boy don't want none Got jamacan's and hesian's buck, buck, buckin' they gun Where the hood at? nigga, that's where i come from Where shoot dice, snort white, sell crack and heroine You can walk like i do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you Cuz you can't do it like me (nah, you cant do it like me) hold on a second homie, lets get this clear} You can walk like i do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you Cuz you can't do it like me (cuz, you cant do it like me) hold on a second homie, lets get this clear} G-unit ! ! ! Somebody tell me what this world comin' to Why they go get they metal detector's when we come through Yah, i know we got beef, and niggas say they wanna kill us But you can't get mad, cuz the whole world feel us Do the math, half of these niggas lying in they rhymes They don't even read the paper work, just sign on the line I got a 9, and a heart to go get mine And ill be god damn, if i take a loss this time I'm fishline, in the water, nibble only to get caught May i take ya' order? yah, i can get it in new york See the streets know, this nigga here'll let the heat go Be low, don't be no muthafuckin' hero A kilo'll get a nigga whole click killed You ain't gotta spend shit, niggas'll hustle up a mill When you live with all the roaches, you kill all the rats And the thugs, that ain't focused, get they head cracked You can walk like i do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you Cuz you can't do it like me (nah, you cant do it like me) hold on a second homie, lets get this clear} You can walk like i do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you Cuz you can't do it like me (cuz, you cant do it like me) hold on a second homie, lets get this clear} G-unit ! ! ! I know i got a dirty mouth, bitch i'm from the south I'm nuthin like what you done seen or you done heard about I'm in my best on the block, a vest and a glock, and the rest in my sock Unless i was pac, you wont see me with a cross on my back Gotta do my own thang, can't copy that cat Let me holla at ya' for a minute may'ne If ya stand for nuthin' nigga, you'll fall for anythang I'm bustin any brain, they say that i'm insaine But i came in this game with cocaine in my viens What i'm sayin, that i'm trained to go and turn a penny to a 20 You complain, i'd rather work with what he sent me, ain't it strange? How i went from a hoopty to a bently, i ain't changed I'm in the hood, you want me? come and get me Feel my pain, but don't feel sorry for me Cuz they're some kids in samalia with nuthin to eat You can walk like i do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you Cuz you can't do it like me (nah, you cant do it like me) hold on a second homie, lets get this clear} You can walk like i do, and talk like me too But nobody gon' rock with you Cuz you can't do it like me (cuz, you cant do it like me) hold on a second homie, lets get this clear} G-unit ! ! ! [scratching hold on a second homie, lets get this clear]
Yeah, Its 50 Cent, Young Buck G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT! We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again We party, harder than you can imagine You can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win
I feel attention when I walk in the club G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub I dont need security, this Gorilla enough I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all So ladies call ya girls, n niggaz call ya dogs If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight She might neva come home again nigga, aight! Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like Ridin' in Cashville runnin all stop lights Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison My daddys a dope fein, n i dont really miss him Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin' Tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm 50 holla get 'em Buck, you know im gunna get 'em Raaaaa!
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in to this nine I know you gonna smoke on my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
I know im sinnin but im winnin at tha same time Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nine Niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs do G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips n the Blooz too Move lemme come through Aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldies My goals keep shinin, Them hoes keep cryin The handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds Just left Cashville, bout to fly to Miami Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys Niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly cant stand me I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties Bitch!
Ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in to this nine I know you gonna smoke on my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
Bet ya I can make them bounce back Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah) Now where ya hood at? Buck If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do Who want beif, I aint come for no name callin Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin' Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks Can't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes It's alright if you still on the block boy See ima cold young thug, not a hot boy You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars As soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all cars Young Buck!
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in to this nine I know you gonna smoke on my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again We party, harder than you can imagine You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win AHH!
You know, growin up in the hood Is gon' do all kinds of thangs, ya heard? Some of its good, some of its bad But the things you go through in life, make you who you are Look at me now! From the day i was born, i've been hustle'n strong Been strugglin' since a child, now them day's is gone And you say'd i wouldn't do it, but i'm proving you wrong N they got they hands out like i owe them so I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on It aint too much into who i don't know How many times do i have to sit in and grown I'm a Young Buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoe I still remember them nights under the street lights Fiends don't give a damn, they want who got the cheap price I'm trying to get right, get it and go You see people is dyin' fast, and the money is slow We used to hang in front of the store Flag down cars to be a movie star, go get a glass jar Once you cook it and cut it homie, go stand out in public See the work sell's itself, if ya got enough of it Plenty thugs get shot, but see its all in the game Even i took a couple of 'em, but still i remain I aint dippin from that same lead project figga I done went with no lights, and no water nigga And i'm still hood, that mean i still cook Get on the block and go get mine, like you should How can i be good? when rappers wanna be suge Suroundin' myself with family, so i can sleep good From the day i was born, i've been hustle'n strong Been strugglin' since a child, now them day's is gone And you say'd i wouldn't do it, but i'm proving you wrong N they got they hands out like i owe them so I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on It aint too much into who i don't know How many times do i have to sit in and grown I'm a Young Buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoes I would light me a cancer stick, thinkin how can i get My momma out the bricks, and my whole click legit Lil jimmy in the fed's, its just me and some ted's We cuttin heads doin whatever to buy a lump of bread The hot beat faces, i really loved it To blow 50 g's, and don't think nothing of it We show love, but won't get no loved show'd back Whoa kimosabi, what part of the game is that? This a fact, and my war wounds on me can prove it But look how you made me, go and show ya i can do it I sollomly swear to hold it down for my homeboy Locked up and don't know if they ev'a coming home boy Time's keep tickin', another baby is born Thats gon' go through the same stuff i went through, and more You wonder why i hustle, my life's on the line My baby gotta have milk when she cryin', come on da now From the day i was born, i've been hustle'n strong Been strugglin' since a child, now them day's is gone And you say'd i wouldn't do it, but i'm proving you wrong N they got they hands out like i owe them so I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on It aint too much into who i don't know How many times do i have to sit in and grown I'm a Young Buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoes Now everybody got they hand out Crackhead willin' spit these millions till they ran'd out Shorty don't wanna holla now, cuz her man out But just last week i couldnt get it out her damn mouth No where to go, look like im stuck in these bricks Seems like the good die young, the bad get rich quick Enough of this lemme take you to a whole nother level It's like stopin the police from rollin' through the ghetto Ain't nuthing gettin better, but the bills gotta get paid That money come up short then them tecks gotta get spray'd Everybody gotta grave, we just waitin to go to it No matter what we do, we still gon' go through it Some say that i'm heartless, and don't give a damn They wont ever understand until they get a gram This who i am, not who i wanna be Open up your eyes and see, what these streets have done to me From the day i was born, i've been hustle'n strong Been strugglin' since a child, now them day's is gone And you say'd i wouldn't do it, but i'm proving you wrong N they got they hands out like i owe them so I ain't got time for the bickering, and carrying on It aint too much into who i don't know How many times do i have to sit in and grown I'm a Young Buck, but still enough to know when you niggas is hoes
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon G-unit in this bitch, G-unit in this bitch The dirty, dirty Show 'em how the south do Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's The dirty, dirty baby Show 'em how the south do We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south Working this wood wheel, ya'll don't know how good it feel Just come to cashville, ya'll gon see how hood it is We in the projects, cookin' chikens in the kitchen We goto prison, but get out and go back to get in it Your hood ain't no harder than mine, bitch, we all thuggin' We fight in clubs, hit the parkin lot, and start bustin' I know i'm country, i cant help it i'm from tennessee I'm throwin' up this hennisey, and blowin up my enemies Ya'll niggas remember me? not because the bird's tennekee But Young Buck been a g', i give a fuck who you be boy I want in on everything, a dime bag, if so come see me for it To be a star, all you need is a pyrex jar Some soldiers, and some baking soda, you can buy that car Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's The dirty, dirty baby Show 'em how the south do We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south I swear on the soul's of our dead cousin's I ain't fuckin, man i'm commin ak 40's bustin' 7's and mack 11's I told 'em all i ain't no hoe But niggas don't listen till you kick a nigga Smack him with that callico I'm tryin to stay in gods plan But i hadta show these faggots that your fuckin with a man, ya bitch! I left them niggas needin'path And ya'll probly won't live to see this weekend Gotta go, gotta go, fuckin mash out I hit the dro' a lil more and then i pass out Crashin' the h2, bitches i hate you Now u keep talkin shit, i kidnap and ducktape you Let them faggots rape you Then it's back to mississippi, if ya boys want revenge Tell them bitches come and get me Cuz i was born in this bitch to die I'm in queens, in your 'lac, with your bitch gettin' high Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's The dirty, dirty baby Show 'em how the south do We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south I'm the king, it ain't no mystery, so fuck ya'll niggas dissin' me I'm goin' down in history, i'm leavin' with a victory Yo' baby momma kissin' me, talkin' 'bout she missin' me Since i'm a star, when i hit the door, they never friskin' me Cuz i pack a pack a pound, just ask around, like 50 "ill back you down" Run to ya' crib and snach ya' pounds, everybody on the ground You know my niggas hold me down, what goes around comes around I represent h-town, still run the underground With bricks on the greyhound, spree's on my escalade I'm glad i made it out the game, it gotta be a better way Now we gettin' cheeda', now we on another level It's clover g and G-unit, Young Buck, shut 'em down Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's The dirty, dirty baby Show 'em how the south do We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south Gold grills, coupe' devilles sittin on 22's The dirty, dirty baby Show 'em how the south do We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-unit, welcome to the south
Prices On My Head 작곡:C. Jackson,C. Lloyd,C. Mcmurray,D. Brown,D. Reed,G. Jones,G. Youance,P. Sawyer
Why? These niggas want me dead Betta' watch yo step Puttin' prices on my head Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit But i ain't gonna change I don't play that shit G-Unit do ya' thang These niggas want me dead Betta' watch yo step Puttin' prices on my head Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit But i ain't gonna change I don't play that shit G-Unit do ya' thang Some say i'm crazy for signin with 50 cent Them same niggas wouldn't offer to give me shit Niggas hate you when you rich, but love when you broke I never knew i had so many enemies before My arm's is open to anyone who want beef I promise ya'll i won't sleep, till ya'll layin 6 ft. G-Unit that's what it is, that's what it's gon' be Benzino or the source can't hold me I been heavensent to put a end to this nonsence The handle of this 4-5'll make him unconscious Most of these rappers, throw bricks, and hide they head Come to our shows, then hide behind they man, they homie I understand i'm a target, i'm on top But understand if you start it, i'm gon' pop I'm not and artist, buck is a street pharmast One of the smartest, that gon' get money regardless [Young Buck] Why? These niggas want me dead {D-Tay} Betta' watch yo step [Young Buck] Puttin' prices on my head {D-Tay} Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit [Young Buck] But i ain't gonna change {D-Tay} I don't play that shit [Young Buck] G-Uni do ya' thang [Young Buck] These niggas want me dead {D-Tay} Betta' watch yo step [Young Buck] Puttin' prices on my head {D-Tay} Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit [Young Buck] But i ain't gonna change {D-Tay} I don't play that shit [Young Buck] G-Unit do ya' thang My eyes low, hydro leakin' out that tahoe I know G-Unit's them niggas im'a ride fo' Nah hoe, i ain't stuntin', nuthing that these niggas say Fuck the rap, i can get ya' monkey ass good today Ain't nobody picked me up, when i was pinned down I'm double checkin, 'for i leave outta my crib now Holdin that 40 on me, sunk in the seat Cuz niggas feel comfortable when they get in drunk with the heat I'm ridin' while ya dirty, cuz they gunnin for my top I ain't duckin and dodgin, i'm only runnin from the cops Spendin' grand by the grand by hundred on my watch Just got another buddy, and it holds a 100 shots I never had a role model, cuz he was in a box So i'm up in the club with eather, a heater or a house Everyday there's another nigga bleedin on the block But we ridin' with them burners on, even when it's hot Why? These niggas want me dead {D-Tay} Betta' watch yo step [Young Buck] Puttin' prices on my head {D-Tay} Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit [Young Buck] But i ain't gonna change {D-Tay} I don't play that shit [Young Buck] G-Unit do ya' thang [Young Buck] These niggas want me dead {D-Tay} Betta' watch yo step [Young Buck] Puttin' prices on my head {D-Tay} Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit [Young Buck] But i ain't gonna change {D-Tay} I don't play that shit [Young Buck] G-Unit do ya' thang [Young Buck] You see these niggas get out the pen, and think it's good Go get a pack, and come right back, to the same hood They think these young niggas gonna post up, and let 'em get it Ain't been home but 6 months, and got his wig splitted Comitted to the block, fuck these niggas, fuck the cops Fuck these bitches, fuck ya' chain, fuck ya' car, fuck ya' watch Ride and i die for mine, pop's, and i hide the nine Wwerving over these white lines, wonderin from the one time Thug and i know i am, bird from a half a gram Broke, so i sold dope, and i'd do it again Don't blame that nigga for runnin up in my house, fool Ain't no food in my daughter mouth, i'm goin out too Just think about what your doin, cuz buddy, bullets burn May god bless his ass, that was that nigga's turn I'm not concerned with your death threats You come down here with that shit, and get left wet Muthafucka Why? These niggas want me dead Betta' watch yo step Puttin' prices on my head Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit But i ain't gonna change I don't play that shit G-Unit do ya' thang These niggas want me dead Betta' watch yo step Puttin' prices on my head Cuz i cock my shit, and i pop my shit But i ain't gonna change I don't play that shit G-Unit do ya' thang
Yeah, i'm a special kinda nigga with mine's I grind, i get's paper, you know what i mean? Hahaha I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya' Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya' If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind With my nine, i'm a bonafide hustler They heaven's for the church go'ers, and hell's for the heathens So im'a just ball the fuck out, while i'm breathin 8th after 8th, what you know about that fast flip? Crack spots, smokey fiends, suckin on that glass dick Man sham stay askin' for a dime for nine I tell you what, i hook you up, this one last time Custody's comin', son is pumpin, watch the packs disolve Save reciedo some food stamps, we stackin' it off Past that joint, whats his name son? i dont remember The haitian nigga with the guitar that sang "gone in november" I do a buck 40 in the rain, hydro plainin' Now we can get diablo, candy-painted Got that hydro burnin', got the burner in the stash Hit the hazards, hit the a.c., then it come out the dash If i go in the club son, and niggas start dumbin' Start shootin n' i ain't straped, fuck it, i'm runnin' I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya' Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya' If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind With my nine I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya' Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya' If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind With my nine, i'm a bonafide hustler I been out here for too long, i deserve to get a bird The fiend's know my name now, from standin' on this curb I got blood on my shirt, and a hand full of crack A bunch of lil' niggas with dime sack's in they backpacks Come and get it, we got it, take a trip to the projects You see the police, but we gon' sell our dope regardless Niggas know me, from fillin up ya' heroine needles I'm connected with them people who don't speak no english We ain't scared of the road, we just get it and go When you see them tennessee tags nigga, you already know I don't trust no hoes, thats how 't got pop'd He told the bitch where his stash was, he told it to the cops Me and preist had the streets on lock He'd break down the blocks, i'd open up shop, 'round the clock And i ain't gon' stop, so soon as you come home from the pen We at it again, we gettin' it for 10, my nigga I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya' Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya' If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind With my nine I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya' Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya' If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind With my nine, i'm a bonafide hustler Now i'm headed down south and that's my word I'm on a greyhound, 'bout to move these birds And if these niggas don't let me slingi'm out there robbin' everything Got a brand new mack and a p-89 Yeah he's a hustler, man i stay on the grind 9 grams of heroine, 100 grams of coke 12 o's of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke 3 gal's of dust juice, and a tank of l.s.d. And a 1000 pills of every kind of exstacy Hash, Ha-sheesh, i bought a '62 When i was younger with my crew I had them niggas sniffin glue It's 40 cinnagrams, to them trucka's and bammer's And i can chef up a miricle with arm & hammer I'm a hustler, man i supply the fiends I'm a hustler, nigga ill sell you a dream I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya' Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya' If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind With my nine I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya' Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya' If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind With my nine, i'm a bonafide hustler
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me Oh you aint never been to the dirty, dirty before? Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me C'mon ride with Young Buck Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug Don't be scared now Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug Don't be scared now Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me My 24's spinnin', the sticker's still on 'em The same ol' hoes, but a nigga still want 'em I'm parkin lot pimpin' on another nigga woman She pullin up her skirt, tryin show a nigga sumthin Ya' car cloudy, my niggas all rowdy This heinesy got a nigga drowsy, I'm outty Now where them hoes at, look I'm tryin to take you home So what'cha got ya girlfriends, bitch bring 'em on Hoe I'm tryin to break a bone, when i get in them draw's To the window, to the muthafuckin walls What a nigga don't know wont hurt him' If ya' got a old man, bitch i ain't worried And i got plenty room if ya think you wanna roll See this is what they make caddillac trucks for Let's go to a place you ain't never been, down in the country I bet ya, i have ya sayin' ya love me Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug Don't be scared now Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug Don't be scared now Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me She ain't got a brain, the liquor got right It's aight, cuz, you can be my wife, but only for tonight Get ya ass on this bike, i can show you im'a ryder The 600 coupe, with the old school wires Geovanni rims, with perely's on the tires They said 22's wouldn't fit, but they liers We can take a trip to the hood and back Then go and get a room, how hood is that? What'cha waitin' on shorty? this the chance of your life What i mean what i see in them jeans, i like You don't know what your missin', just quit talkin and listen See I'm just holdin up traffic, I'm just right here sittin' Think about it 'for i bounce, and you holla, I'm wrong And ya' see your best friend, in this impala, ridin' on chrome If your ballin in your money long, you can relate But all them broke ass niggas gon' hate Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug Don't be scared now Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug Don't be scared now Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me You can bounce if you want to, freak if you want to G-unit in this bitch, shortayyy What you gon' do? Buck if you 'bout that, i can make 'em bounce back G-unit in this bitch, shortayyy Where the south at? Bounce if you want to, freak if you want to G-unit in this bitch, shortayyy What you gon' do? Buck if you 'bout that, i can make 'em bounce back G-unit in this bitch, shortayyy Where the south at? Wanna ride with me, ride with me We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug Don't be scared now Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me We can get low, hop into the chevy 4 door Blow dro, wanna ride with me, ride with me Let ya hair down, you said you wanna thug Don't be scared now Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
Bang bang I shot you down, bang bang You hit the ground, bang bang That awefull sound, bang bang I used to shoot you down Don't nobody wanna die, but everybody wanna ball Somebody gotta go, when them killa's call You know it's in us all, you just gotta find it and use it You can get away with it, if you don't abuse it The streets talk, the beats mark, cuz that heat comin' And if they know that you did it, you better keep runnin' I think i see sumthin, there go my enemy Only lord knows where this nigga f'nd to be Tennakee, still the price is as real if you look it Might give it to you for 5, depend on if i took it Nigga anything goes, my shop never close From the nickels and the dimes to the whole kilo The real niggas feel me, the haters wanna kill me But I'm holdin' down my city, me and this 9 milli While your throwin' bricks, and hidin' ya heads Homie, i know where you hang Ain't no thang to walk up and let that chopper go .. Bang bang I shot you down, bang bang You hit the ground, bang bang That awefull sound, bang bang I used to shoot you down Now all the gangsta's pray Lord, forgive me But he tried to kill me Somebody out there gotta feel me Lord, forgive me But he tried to kill me Somebody out there gotta feel me Just think if i ain't empty the clip, and he killed me Would i still be livin'?, would my homeboy's miss me? How many niggas bust they gun when they have to? Don't need no ski mask when it's time to get at you I'm glad you done seen what it look like when we left Brain fragments from shot-gun blasts'll take a nigga breathe It's death before dishonesty, dope deals and robbery Poppa wasn't around, but that shit didn't bother me I'd probably be in the penitentary But i played the cards, the dead lord sent to me The whole truth, i use this booth to speak to my thug niggas Why you mad at me? the government's the drug dealers Before i let this police kid harass me This rookie ass cop gon' have to blast me He asked me for identification, i looked at him and laughed He made a move and i heard a blast Thats what you get, bitch Bang bang I shot you down, bang bang You hit the ground, bang bang That awefull sound, bang bang I used to shoot you down Now all the gangsta's pray Lord, forgive me But he tried to kill me Somebody out there gotta feel me Lord, forgive me But he tried to kill me Somebody out there gotta feel me It's goin down around here nigga Get ya muthafuckin head bust Them muthafuckin street lights go out And them real niggas come out All the bitch niggas go in the house Just not a game, man Don't fuck around and lose your brain And hey, all my real niggas pray Lord, forgive me But he tried to kill me Somebody out there gotta feel me Lord, forgive me But he tried to kill me Somebody out there gotta feel me
I brush my teeth, load my clip, and go bust my heat I'm in too deep, i can't say fuck the streets I need some sleep, the fiends still comin' Bush 'bout to blow this bitch up Better get money, dead bodys get picked up I'm david in teen's now Niggas we're digital, but they work triple beams now I'm livin' for me now, cuz i done went to war with the other side Lucky me, cuz the enemies mother and brother died Hot shot gun shell's and teflon chest plate's It's tatt'ed on my arm nigga, thugin' till my death day Ya'll niggas just wait, right after my court date It's gonna get grimey, like new york say Bitch niggas horse play, real niggas gon' spray Bang the fo', change clothes, and come back the same day Better holla mayday, cuz we comin' And we gunnin at any muthafucka want sumthin They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill But rub me the wrong way, nigga and i will Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel Cuz niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill But rub me the wrong way, nigga and i will Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel Cuz niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real I'm already dead, can't kill me nigga And even if i do die, I'm still gon' kill ya I'm unfamiliar with alot of these soldiers I go out in the road, and niggas think that it's over Runnin', the fiends all puttin too much soda on the d' You would think niggas know, cuz they older than me Been here longer than me, and still peace'n a ounce out How can ya' be a birdman, if you don't know how to count It's back to the black gloves, and home invasions Puttin' holes in a nigga, the size of a gold dayton No I'm not waitin on nothin, no more Eather you pay me what you owe me, or I'm cuttin ya throat Nigga ya baby momma know me, go and ask the hoe How i done tied her ass up over a bag of dope I'll be glad to go to the pen over revenge I'm comin' out the same way, a nigga went in They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill But rub me the wrong way, nigga and i will Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel Cuz niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill But rub me the wrong way, nigga and i will Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel Cuz niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real Boom!, G-unit!!!, we on some military shit nigga You better kill us all, cuz we commin' Muthafucka's!
Black Gloves 작곡:C. Navarro,D. Brown,D. Wilson,D.S. Matthews,M. Ribas
Walk through a nigga block, 2 glocks, 2 tecks, 2 2-3's Give a nigga what he really want, when bitch niggas don't want beef Bitch niggas don't know me, wait till a nigga get in range Hate when a nigga wanna run his mouth, and live his life in pain We ain't even used to this, talk and where the gun shots at? Loose lips sank ships, ya'll niggas didn't even pop back Oh lord, i swore, if any muthafucka holla my name I'm raw, spelled backwards, that's what I'm gon' bring Banks, what a nigga think?, we ain't got guns No troops, everything bulletproof, sniper's layin' down on the roof Stash box in the coupe nigga, I'm tellin' you the truth nigga Raise them lil bitty boys, all they do is come shoot niggas Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next Put a couple holes in a hoe Let a nigga know he 'bout to go Put the pump right to his throat Bet he won't talk no more Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next I'm commin', through the front door, mask on, let's ride Everybody on the muthafuckin floor, soon as a nigga get inside My hood, my click, your wife, my bitch Show a nigga that you really love him, set him up to hit a good lick Cops comin', I'm not runnin, if i do die, don't cry I haven't planned on stayin' long anyway, i ain't gon' lie Wonder why i still got bricks, wonder why i still got clips Cuz ain't a damn thing changed, ever since Young Buck got rich Are ya ready for the outcome, why you walkin 'round without a gun Shit real, till a nigga get killed, then you wanna run and get one Fuck that! I'm callin' out names, ja rule, ya'll lose I don't even care how it started, fuck me?, fuck you! Wait till yayo get home, we gon' really get these niggas gone But for now nigga, hold on, im'a show you how to break a bone Cashville, tennekee nigga!, we thug you knew it New york, we here, for life, G-unit! Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next [50 Cent] Yeahhhh, Young Buck nigga, cashville, tennessee nigga From your hood to my hood muthafucka, new york city nigga, haha Real shit nigga, it's all good nigga, haha, it's all hood nigga
Uh ohhhhh, Young Buck, T.I., Ludacris Dirty south, yeahhh I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch, i get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off I'm caddillac'n through the hood, sittin' on 24's T.V's playin, rim's spinin, blowin' plenty dro Don't have to mention, when you pimpin, you get plenty hoes It's all on you, if you gon' trick, or you gon' get yo' dough I know i got these haters mad, i can love that When you got love for the streets, they give ya' love back Look in my eyes, you can tell i ain't never scared Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin my chain anywhere If you gon' represent your hood, what you waitin on? Security better back up, when they play this song And we 'bout 50 strong, please don't make us do you wrong My click of gorilla's, they got they G-unit's on All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nuthing C'mon take it outside, lemme see sumthin Wha-wha-wha-what now? Don't get bu-bu-bu-buck'd down Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get shu-shut down Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch, i get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off Aye, a 100 karots on the chest, I'm so true to this Task force got my vest, i got a new bitch Fans hate and talk shit, but I'm too legit A million dollars at a time, till im super rich Pimp squad, G-unit, fuck who you get Ask your neice's and nephew's, I'm the shit Real niggas see the diffrence between you and this Me gettin beat down?, thats Ludacris My name rang from the streets, and slang in my caddyville Nigga are you gettin it rodney dangerfield? No respect, im'a bet, you can bet that I caught some cases, but it's just a minor set back And if i have to do some time, ill be right back With some thighs, and some tri's and a six pack We hit the door, watch all the pussy nigga get back They know we can do it like the road, but you ain't with that You know who make that track bump, like to keep it crunk It's chopper's hit ya ass, you'll with ya got your ass stomp'd I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch, i get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off Muthafucka, I'm a monster in this game, similar to the lachness My rhymes is nappy rooted, sum verces gotta process The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt when I'm rappin' If i say it, i've eather done it, or it's 'bout to happen When i pull up in the louis truck on 26's, people dumb out If lifes a crack game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out These rapper's think I'm ig-nent, love sayin' my name Cuz maintainin my fish tank, and they house, cost the same Ask me, i'd say i made it, and it sure wasn't luck Cuz hustler's relate to me, and some are younger than buck You see I'm married to my music, but we got a prenupt So if that bitch don't act right, I'm still gettin my cut My deals never get screwed, my contracts practice abstinence I'm masterin this program, hazin' these undergraduates So, pimpin' be easy, quit catchin' feelings Cuz you worth a couple hundred grand, and I'm worth millions Nobodys thinkin' about you, plus your beats ain't legit So please stay off the T.I.P. of my dick I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch, i get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
Hello? whats up, who is this? Yo nigga, this murda rich Whats up nigga? Whats up with you my nigga?, check this out Some shit done popped of right? Yeah I need you and 'tay to go handle it Aight I got like a hundred sittin on this nigga's fat Bring it back to me on a plate, that's whats up Aight I'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin' Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin We takin' hits 'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin' Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin We takin' hits It's gon' cost, but we gon' get him gone, take his life away 2 a.k's, we gon' send him home This is how we livin' from the projects to the prisons So don't be to comfortible, bitch 'cuz you can be a victim Get 'em buck, hit 'em up, ambulance pick 'em up Should've duck'd, got killed, nigga wasn't quik enough Shit is real, i ain't here for no bullshit, I'm here with a full clip Now lemme show you niggas what you'll get (get 'em tay) They never seen a mad man, come and dump up on these fools Get the 4-5 cocked back, gunnin' at you dudes Black down, thuged out, and masked to match I'm not doin' it cuz theme pussy niggas, bastards cap Who want that? you want that, i don't think you do Like i gun the bloody down, shit, i gun you too I'm like 50, i don't care if its platinum or white gold Soon as i cock it back, gimme that ice hoe (yeeh) I'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin' Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin We takin' hits 'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin' Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin We takin' hits [Phone Rings Again] Hello? Yo buck, murder rich nigga What's up nigga? Man, I'm tryin to see whats up with that business, nigga Hey man, we f'nd to bust this niggas head, im'a hit you back, aight? Hey there he go, he don't know that we behind him So go pull up beside him, and lemme put this 9 in him You ever seen the 30-30 with the scope on it? A bunch of niggas smokin weed, that got dope on it And we don't leave no evidence, or no finger prints Follow certain elements, cuz niggas goto jail for this They say I'm heaven sent, i think I'm hell bound Cuz I'm addicted to the way a 12 gauge sound I keep the dough in, swing the chopper and the pit-bull shit If he run, he ain't gettin one, get a clip full of it Thats for movin, must have been some confusion, when i came in Told you lay the fuck down, or else these bullets cave in Must thought i was playin, im'a let you know when i shoot that 4 How it go when a gangster roll, murder man, blood bath, what'd you take it for I ain't playin' games, ain't nuthing gon' ever change Murder put money on your head, gimme his brain, muthafucka! I'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin' Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin We takin' hits 'm Not Stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin' Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can Pointe him out, and ill pop him, walk up on him and drop him I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin We takin' hits
Walk With Me 작곡:A. Harris,D. Brown,G Davis,Kim Tribble,S. Benton,V. Davis
G-unit!!! GMM nigga Shady/Aftermath in this bitch .. ooh, Young Buck, Stat Quo Ya understand me nigga? Aye nigga, they say we the new kings of the south They say that ATL to cashville .. DAMN! I've been patiently waitin' to blow But still on the block with the k and the coke See the mexican's love me, they tell me keep on doin it homes They never seen a nigga go get it and bring it back home I don't want out of them zones, i want the whole thing, G-unit!!! We done started our own game, we ain't playin' no games Duck tape 'em and take 'em to the hood Don't get no blood on my leather and wood Make it look good for the block I be puttin in my work, handlin' my business I been on my knees, askin' my homeboys who did this? So fuck that!, that's why i bust back Spit my bars, get off tour, then go and cook crack Look at me now bitch, you don't know how rich Lloyd banks, yayo, 50 Cent, game nigga, or ill get Solute a soldier when you see me And i ain't one of those niggas out here stuntin' for T.V. I gotta keep it gangsta Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah) Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah) Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah) Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah) Yeah, the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' Wont stop till he busts his kneel in, my cats conceilin' Bad bitches I'm drillin, he's sittin on millions Fuck what you feelin, violate my space, bare witness the killin' Stat'll dog, for a dollar cuz he known to finish My account resembles spandex, how they stretch Faggots play like a razor step, when the ak's and teck's show up They so quick to hoe up, but hold up When the clamp has appeared they show up Sayin' that snitch song shit, you lil' puss ass bitch Beg tanya lita how she get ya ass whiped Why hustle at all, when you hustle backwards Mo' money i get, mo' niggas be hatin' I light fire to ya ass, they be callin' ya satan GMM my organization, my obligation is to spit that shit Cuz the streets is waitin' , yah Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah) Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah) Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah) Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah) I'm showin' no love to these cowards, i don't give a fuck Shady/Aftermath/G-unit we'll hit you up Country as i wanna be, but gangsta as they come Loose lips sank ships, snitches die where I'm from Get ya gun off safety, if ya plan on livin' Don't make me cock it and pop it, ill knock your head off with it Yeah i've said i've did it, 'cuz i did, and I'm doin it Done came too far to let you bitch niggas ruin it Yeah, every word i utter, is simply octaine I keeps it gunnin' and ya boy's the boss may'ne The main thing, keep the main thing, the main thing Stack cheese, grip grain, spit hotter than hot wing Niggas claimin' they hard, we know you square Try to creep gun's like ties, i keep a spare Save them games for the arcade, ain't no scare And we prepared for problems, 'cuz we right here (Yeah) Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah) Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah) Now i can show you how to put in work, and move them birds I do that dirt, now all my real niggas, walk with me (Yeah) Just walk with me (Yeah), walk with me (Yeah), c'mon walk with me (Yeah) How ya'll see's that? ATL shorty Uderstand me, nigga .. cashville bitch G-unit!!!, nigga GMMmy muthafuckin squad, nigga Sady, aftermath nigga! Tey be cuttin' them mo' fuckin checks now I ride big nigga, i got my thang danglin nigga And i gotta big thang out my balls, ya understand me Dre and em'll feel ya man, they gotta love niggas
Don't go 2 sleep You can get your cash on nigga if you peak Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep But don't fall 2 sleep don't fall 2 sleep You can get your cash on nigga Pictures of plenty Sippin my glass full of henny Hands on my semi Automatic kill for pennies Approach for contact Cause I'm live I multiply Soon as I open fire Niggaz die with open eyes Scared to take a nap It's a trap A long maze Dreaming of getting stacks Making scratch the wrong way What song says We murder mother fucker's daily Black out Blow the the track out My lyrics never fail me I inhale strong weed Then release the stress Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west Like Yay Yo Niggaz pull out When I say so Commence to poppin' Mother fuckers copy and fail Efficiently I release and flee The art of war living sucka free Get with me Don't go 2 sleep You can get your cash on nigga if you peak Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep But don't fall 2 sleep Don't go 2 sleep You can get your cash on nigga if you peak Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep But don't fall 2 sleep I'm starin' thru my rear view Doin' 'bout 90 The petal to the metal So I can see what's behind me Buckle up your seat belt eyes on the road They know we ridin' dirty gotta play it how it go They close down the projects the clubs been closed And then they wonder why niggaz breakin down o's I'm a run away slave Ya get it nigga off the chain I got that thug life shit runnin' thru my viens And now they scare They know that I been heaven sent And yeah we know the dope comin' from the president But look at us We ain't got shit to lose Feel like we ballin' if we got a new pair of tennis shoes In the ghetto or better yet home sweet home This is the land of the free But to me that's wrong I'm on my way to the white house strapped wit' my heat So don't fall asleep Come on niggaz Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep They say that the moe they hate ya the moe that it motivate ya My mind set on grind my mental set on the paper 62 hours and countin' and I'm still awake And they slippin' me sleepin' pills wit' the will I break Broke nigga always tellin' ya how to make ya cash adjust So I just stop listenin' and now my cash is up Red dotted the media cause they always mad at us I don't see 'em tryin' to mediate when we get gats and bust They just instigate and as soon as the get the tape It's dropped from my nigga life just as soon as they get the case Personally I ain't trippin' on all this rappin' stuff I'm takin' back my money counter cause it wasn't fast enough yep I got a couple problems and none of 'em is money Just those that love me to pretend to love me and say they buddies Sometimes I want to maneuver with the ruger To live like Freddie Krueger these nightmares just ain't as buddy In meetings they always askin' what my passion is money talks so I always have words to answer this I can't relax cause its like I'm a fetti activist Might see me on tv never a mattress Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Don't go to sleep Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Sleep banger Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep
(Intro) (It's bout to go dooown!) Git out the way, git out the way (Betta move, it's bout to go dooown!) Git out the way, git out the way You betta move 50 feet shawti (Yuh!), let a nigga thru If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!) I push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Yeaahh) Git out my way, we ballin' like Ayye! I'm throwin' money, I can't take it wit' me anyway Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!) Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back!
(Verse 1) Ain't no body goin' broke, err' body sellin' dope Err' body gittin' money, it's some niggas tellin' no We ain' talkin' on the phone, I don't know ya, I ain't servin ya No body neva heard-a ya, you f**kin' wit' some murderas Look at my wrist, look at my bitch She hold daddy down, help a nigga git rich (Yeah!) This patron got me hot, the Phantom in the 'lot See this pill kickin' in, and I'm standin' wit' my glock In this bitch like move (Yuh!), I need some elbow room Got me spillin' liquer why the club close so soon Burn this bitch up, we 'bout to +Git Buck+ Gimme a light, tell the DJ turn my shit up (It's on now)
(Chorus) You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!) I push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Yeaahh!) Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!) I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!) Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back!
(Verse 2) Cup fun of Hennesey, my niggas call it Gasoline Pussy niggas fill up, and say shit they don't mean Stuntin' wit'cha real money, dat'll git'chu killed See probly wann' this paper, my baby needs some milk Bitch we built this city, the dope boi committee I still got the nerves to saddle up, and come and git it A product of the projects, my momma's only son
Made my 1st million dollas, and a new drama would come Didn't run from it (Yuh!), I ran to it (Yuh!) I'm not playin' bout The Unit, and my fans knew it Now make a lane for me, 'cause I deserve this I wonder what my enemies git when they hurr this (Let's Goo!) Ha-ha
(Chorus) You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!) I push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Yeaahh!) Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!) I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!) Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back!
(Hook) You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!) You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!) You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me nigga (Aye, Aye!) You don't want no problems, you don't wanna see me (Aye, Aye!)
(Verse 3) Got a blunt of green sticky, and my A.K. wit' me If a mothaf**ka hit me, I'ma knock his head off! I ain't scared of non of y'all bitch, I'm runnin' from the law (Whudd!) Put'cha trigga fingas up, if you will knock they head off! Push-a-weight, all thru the state It's like I speed up, when they tell me "Pump my brakes!" (Aye!) If I told chu what I make err' time I flip a kii You would prolly try to take the same trip dat I take, but'chu can't (Ayye)
(Chorus) You betta move 50 feet shawty (Yuh!), let a nigga thru If you don't wann' move, you know what I'ma bout to do (Aye!) I push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! (Yeaahh!) Git out my way, we ballin' like (Ayye!) I'm throwin' money, I can take it wit' me anyway Make the club, push em back! (C'monn!) Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Push em back! Aye, Let's Goo..
