[50 Cent] Yeah..50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo G-UNIT! [Lloyd
Banks] This rap shit plays a major part of my life So if you
jeapordize it I got the right To send a mothafucka at you
tonight G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique
poppin' Swimmin' in barrels of money Ma could walk
around wit' a head up and challenge you dummy It's
funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry I'm
hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money
Take your hats off, you know you ain't that tough I'm
callin' your bets off as soon as you act up You know what I
came for, it isn't the game ball Artillary that's about
as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!) By the way, this feels like
I'm dreamin' Forty cal. under my pillow, condom
feelin' my semen The physical presence of a female, form of
a demon That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em Get
my nut while I'm breathin' 'Cause they thought
they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin'
and trippin' That's a thousand dollar outfit what the
fuck is you rippin'? You trippin', more records could
get my ass in position Death wish for no religion whether
Catholic or Christian Listen, I went through my ambition in and
out the kitchen With probable cause, it's probably
sendin' out to prison You got soldiers, but you still gotta
respect ours We got more four five's and nines than a deck
of cards [Tony Yayo] You can take me out the 'hood, but
can't take the 'hood out me ('Cause what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto Niggas hate when
you do good But when you broke, your friends and your enemies
They love you, they love you "Cheche, get the llello" Picture me
being crack, out of town, trips on the trail "Cheche, get the
llello" Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!) You can sift me, cut
me, I'll turn you to a junkie I'm the number one seller
in the whole fuckin' country Wallstreet niggas, they cop me
on the low White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane I'll
smuggle, I'm nothin' but trouble I'll make your
money double Cook me in baking soda I'll turn your Hooprock
into a new Range Rover I'll pay all your bills and fill your
'frigerator Feed your family, turn your man into a hater Put
me in your doorpanels or your stashbox Put me in your Nik's,
Timbs or Reeboks If you cop three and a half you hustlin'
backwards Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards You
tryin' to move more birds ...In PA all day, on the corner
of Third [50 Cent] You can take me out the 'hood, but
can't take the 'hood out me (what?) 'Cause
I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto Picture me polishin'
pistols, I'm comin' to get you The shells hit you, you
screamin' Think I'm playin'? I mean it Man, I done
bought all these pistols Lets get it poppin' Start
wavin' my emboies shell cases get the droppin'
(C'mon) Like if it's down the corner, I got too much
pride to hide I'm outside, gun in my pocket just
stunnin' I'm stoppin' I'm dyin' to pop
it, I'm young and I'm restless, you know my
contestants As the world turns, there's lessons to be
learned Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish
I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice
chain" Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game Burn out,
can't stop gotta watch MTV, BET Nigga you see me! I wonder
if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good or 'cause
niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood And
it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love
you back 'cause they know you just rappin' and you
don't bust a gat You pussy Yeah, explain it to niggas in
your hood nigga They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you nigga Niggas
know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga Read the "Daily
News" nigga you see them talkin' about me nigga I'm in
the middle of all kinds of shit Pussy, lets get it poppin'
G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!
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