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