1.Let Me In
Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, Khari Cain, Curtis James Jackson
Yeah, it's 50 cent, young buck
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 don't need security, this ol' nickel enough
I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all
So bitches call ya hoes and 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 life's like
Ridin' in Ca$hville, they runnin' all stop lights
Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin'
My Momma jus' hadda dream of seein' me in prison
My Daddy's a dope fein' an' I don't really miss him
Ain't seen him in 10 years an' a nigga still livin'
Tha same ol' 2 step, we move to a rhythm
50 holla get em' buck, you know I'm gunna get em'
I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine
I know you gonna let me in wit this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D.
I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine
I know you gonna let me in wit this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D.
I know I'm sinnin' but I'm winnin' at tha same time
Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin' ta take mine
I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa an' a tech nine
Niggaz shootin' cops and the hood, runnin' stop signs
G-Unit, the game, bitches doin' wat tha thugs do
G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips an' the Blooz too
Move lemme come through
It ain't a pair of handcuffs can hold me
I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin' to some oldies
My goals keep shinin', them hoes keep cryin'
The handle of my 45, outlined in diamonds
Just left Ca$hville, 'bout to fly to Miami
Hopin' yayo watchin' Eminem, perform at the Grammys
The reason niggaz like Eric Benet probably can't stand me
'Casue I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties
Bitch
Ya'll niggaz in trouble, they shoulda neva let me in
I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine
I know you gonna let me in wit this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D.
I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine
I know you gonna let me in wit this nine
I know you gonna let me 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 count stacks
Now where ya hood at？ Buck
If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do
Who want beif, I ain't come for no name callin'
Don't be mad 'cuz we is and you ain't 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 I'm a cold, young thug, not a hot boy
You know I do this for the streets and my peeps thas behind bars
As soon as they come home, I'll go and buy them all cars, young
buck
I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine
I know you gonna let me in wit this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D.
I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine
I know you gonna let me in wit this nine
I know you gonna let me 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
2.Shorty Wanna Ride
Lyricist：David Brown, Jefferson Lamarquis, Craig Love, Jonathan Smith
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
Oh you ain't 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 four 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 four 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 old 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 Hennessey 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 Cadillac 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 four 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 four 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 I'm a rider
The 600 Coupe, with the old school wires
Giovanni rims, with Perelli's on the tires
They said 22's wouldn't fit, but they liars
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, what 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 four 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 four 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, Shorty, what you gon' do？
Buck if you 'bout that, I can make 'em bounce back
G-Unit in this bitch, Shorty, where the south at？
Bounce if you want to, freak if you want to
G-Unit in this bitch, Shorty, what you gon' do？
Buck if you 'bout that, I can make 'em bounce back
G-Unit in this bitch, Shorty, where the south at？
Wanna ride with me, ride with me
We can get low, hop into the Chevy four 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 four 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
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
Don't be scared now
Shorty wanna ride with me, ride with me
3.Walk With Me
Lyricist：Stanley Bernard Benton, David Brown, George Roland Davis, V
Davis, A Harris, L Simon, Ajay Tribble
G-Unit, G-Unit nigga, Shady, Aftermath in this bitch
Oh, Young Buck, Stat Quo, ya understand me nigga？
Ay nigga, they say we're the new kings of the South
That's what they say ATL to Cashville
I've been patiently waitin' to blow
But still on the block with the 'K and the coke
See the Mexicans love me, they tell me keep on doin' it homes
They never seen a nigga go get and bring it back home
I don't want 9 of them zones, I want the whole thang
G-Unit, we done started out own gang
We ain't playin no games, duct tape him and take him to the hood
Don't get no blood on my leather and wood, make it look good
For the block, I be puttin' in 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 cook crack
Look at me now bitch, you don't know how rich
Lloyd Banks, Yayo, 50 Cent, Game nigga, or I'll get
Salute a soldier when you see me and I ain't one of them niggaz
Out here stuntin' for TV, 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 niggaz
Walk with me, just walk with me
Walk with me, c'mon walk with me
Now I can show you how to put in work
And move them birds, I do that dirt, now all my real niggaz
Walk with me, just walk with me
Walk with me, c'mon walk with me
Yeah! The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Won't stop 'til these bustaz is kneelin', my cash to ceiling
Bad bitches I'm drillin', me sittin' on millions
Fuck what you feelin' violate my space, bear witness to killin'
Stat a dog for a dollar 'cause he known to fetch
My account, resemble Spandex, 'cause how they stretch
Faggot play like parades and step
When the AK's and tecs show up, they so quick to ho up
But hold up! When the Clampetts appear, they show up
Sayin' that snitch song shit, you ol' pussy-ass bitch
Everytime you leave the house you get your ass whipped
Now why hustle at all, when you hustle backwards？
The mo' money I get, mo' niggaz be hatin'
I light fire to your ass, they be callin' you Satan
G 'em in my organization, my obligation
Is to spit that shit, 'cause the streets is waitin', yeah
Now I can show you how to put in work
And move them birds, I do that dirt, now all my real niggaz
Walk with me, just walk with me
Walk with me, c'mon walk with me
Now I can show you how to put in work
And move them birds, I do that dirt, now all my real niggaz
Walk with me, just walk with me
Walk with me, c'mon walk with me
I'm, showin' no love to these cowards, I don't give a fuck
Shady, Aftermath, G-Unit nigga, we'll hit you up
Country as I wanna be, but gangsta as they come
Loose lips sink ships, snitches die where I'm from
Get your gun off safety if you plan on livin
Don't make me cock it and pop it, I'll knock your head off with
it
Yeah, I said I did it, 'cause I did, and I'm doin' it
Done came too far to let you bitch niggaz ruin it
Yeah! Every word I utter is simply octane
I keeps it gutter, your boy's a boss mayne
And main thang, keep the main thang to maintain
Stack cheese, good Franks be hotter than hot wangs
Niggaz claimin' they hard, we know you a square
Shorty treat guns like tires, I keeps a spare
Save them games for the arcade, ain't no scare
And we prepared for problems, 'cause 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 niggaz
Walk with me, just walk with me
Walk with me, c'mon walk with me
Now I can show you how to put in work
And move them birds, I do that dirt, now all my real niggaz
Walk with me, just walk with me
Walk with me, c'mon walk with me
How y'all sees that？, ATL shorty
Understand me nigga？ Cashville yeah, G-Unit nigga
G-Unit my motherfuckin' squad nigga
Shady, Aftermath nigga, oh they be cuttin'
The motherfuckin' checks nigga, I ride big nigga
I got my chains danglin' nigga
And I got a bitch danglin' off my balls, ya understand me？
Dre and Em'll feel ya man, they gotta love niggas
4.Do It Like Me
Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, Michael J. 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 hustled all night
Now I'm alright, my wrist is all ice
And I did it all, without y'all 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 I'm concerned
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 Jamaican'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 gonn' 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 I'll be god damn, if I take a loss this time
I'm fish line, 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 motherfuckin' 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 gonn' 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 gonn' 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 nothin' 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 thing, I can't copy that cat
Let me holla at ya' for a minute may'ne
If ya stand for nothin' nigga, you'll fall for anything
I'm bustin' any brain, they say that I'm insane
But I came in this game with cocaine in my veins
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 nothin' to eat
You can walk like I do, and talk like me too
But nobody gonn' 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 gonn' 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
Hold on a second homie, lets get this clear
Hold on a second homie, lets get this clear
5.Black Gloves
Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, D.s. Matthews, Bernardo Mitnik, Mike
Ribas, D Wilson
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 comin', 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
'Coz ain't a damn thing changed, ever since Young Buck done 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, y'all 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, I'm'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
Yeah, Young Buck nigga, Cashville, Tennessee nigga
From your hood to my hood muthafucka
New York city nigga, real shit nigga
It's all good nigga, it's all hood nigga
6.Thou Shall
Lyricist：David Brown, Waynne Nugent, Kevin Risto, Andrey Vinogradov
G-unit
Yeah
You better kill me
50 lemme get these niggas
(Get 'em Buck)
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, deadbody's 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 'coz I done went to war with the other
side
Lucky me 'coz the enemies mother and brother died
Hot shot gun shell's and teflon chest plate's
It's tatted 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 'coz we comin' and we gunnin'
At any muthafucka want somethin '
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
'Coz 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
'Coz niggas'll put a hole in ya ass and that's real'
I'm already dead you can't kill me nigga
And even if I do die I'm still gon' kill ya
I'm unfamiliar with a lot 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 'coz they older than me
Been here longer than me and still peace and 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' but nothin' no more
Eiether 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'd 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
'Coz 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
'Coz 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, 'coz we comin'
Muthafucka's
7.Welcome to the South
Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, Lavell Crump, Andy Thelusma, W Weston
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' Deville's 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, y'all don't know how good it feel
Just come to Cashville, y'all gon' see how hood it is
We in the projects, cookin' chickens in the kitchen
We go to 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 can't help it, I'm from Tennessee
I'm throwin' up this Hennisey and blowin' up my enemy
Y'all 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' Deville's 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 bustin', man I'm comin' A.K. 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 God's plan
But I had to show these fagots
That your fuckin' with a man, ya bitch
I left them niggas needin' path
And y'all probably 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 you keep talkin' shit, I kidnap and ducktape you
Let them Fagots 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 tie
I'm in Queens, in your 'Lac, with your bitch, gettin' high
Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's 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 y'all 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, I'll 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' Deville's 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' Deville's 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
8.Stomp
Lyricist：Paul Beauregard, Christopher Bridges, David Brown, Jordan
Houston, Jayceon Terrll Taylor
Uh, oh, young buck
Dirty south, yo
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp
Now, where you from？ Who the boss？ I'ma break him off
Where you from？ Who the boss？ Lemme break him off
Now, where you from？ Who the boss？ I'ma break him off
Where you from？ Who the boss？ Lemme break him off
I'm Cadillac n through the hood sittin' on 24's
T.V's playin' rim's spinnin', 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 guerrilla's they got they G-Unit's on
All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nothin'
C'mon n' take it outside, let me see somethin'
W-w-what now？ Don't get B-B-Buck'd down
Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get s-s-shut down
Now, where you from？ Who the boss？ I'ma 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 how I get the club crunk I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys, do and stomp
Now, where you from？ Who the boss？ I'ma break him off
Where you from？ Who the boss？ Lemme break him off
Now, where you from？ Who the boss？ I'ma break him off
Where you from？ Who the boss？ Lemme break him off
G-G-G-Unit, comin' straight outta Compton
Lace up my G-6's and I'm A-Town stompin'
Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in
'Cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin' me into somethin'
Low rider out front, I'm tryin' to get into somethin'
Step on banks, shoot one more time then I'ma start bustin'
Rows gold in my grill, I got a dirty mouth
And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty, dirty south
I wasn't tryin' to get the cover of the Double XL
Just tryin' to fuck Mya 'cause Dre said, 'Sex sells'
Don't be mad at the rocks in my fuckin' chain
Don't be mad 'cause your bitch chose Buck and Game
You see the logo tatted on my neck
The same one I'm autographin' on the chest
Put your bottles in the air for Yayo, he on House Arrest
And on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West
Now stomp, G-G-G-Unit, now stomp, G-G-G-Unit
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp
Now, where you from？ Who the boss？ I'ma break him off
Where you from？ Who the boss？ Lemme break him off
Now, where you from？ Who the boss？ I'ma break him off
Where you from？ Who the boss？ Lemme break him off
Mothafucka, I'm a monster in this game similar to the Lochness
My rhymes is nappy rooted, some verses gotta process
The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt when I'm rappin'
If I say it I've either done it or it's 'bout to happen
When I pull up in the Louis truck on 26's people dumb out
If life's a crap game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out
These rapper's think I'm ignent, love sayin' my name
'Cause maintainin' my fish tank an' they house cost the same
Ask me I'll say I made it an' it sure wasn't luck
'Cause 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
'Cause you worth a couple hundred grand and I'm worth millions
Nobodys thinkin' about you plus your beef 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 how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp
Now, where you from？ Who the boss？ I'ma break him off
Where you from？ Who the boss？ Lemme break him off
Now, where you from？ Who the boss？ I'ma break him off
Where you from？ Who the boss？ Lemme break him off
9.Prices On My Head
Lyricist：D Brown, C Jackson, Gloria Jones, C Lloyd, Clay Mcmurray, D
Reed, Pamela Sawyer, G Youance
Why？ These niggas want me dead betta' watch your step
Put 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 your step put 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're 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 y'all I won't sleep, till y'all 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 heaven sent to put a end to this nonsense
The handle of this 4-5 I'll knock 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 pharmacist
One of the smartest, that gon' get money regardless
Why？ These niggas want me dead betta' watch your step
Put 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 your step put 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
My eyes low, hydro leakin' out that Tahoe
I know G-Unit's them niggas I'ma 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
Yeah, these niggas want me dead betta' watch your step
Put 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 your step put 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
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
Committed 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
Swerving 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,
motherfucker
Why？ These niggas want me dead betta' watch your step
Put 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 your step put 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
10.Taking Hits
Lyricist：Paul Beauregard, David Brown, Jordan Houston, D Reed
Hello？ What's up, who is this？
Yo nigga, this murda rich
What's up nigga？
What's 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
Point him out, and I'll 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
I'm not stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
Point him out, and I'll 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 comfortable, 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 quick 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 it's platinum or white gold
Soon as I cock it back, gimme that ice hoe, yeah
I'm not stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
Point him out, and I'll 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
I'm not stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
Point him out, and I'll 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
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, hit you back, I'ma
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
That's 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, I'ma 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 nothing 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
Point him out, and I'll 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
I'm not stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'
Put the money in my hand, and catch me if you can
Point him out, and I'll 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
11.I'm a Soldier
Lyricist：David Darnell Brown, Vidal Davis, Andre Harris, Curtis
Jackson, Dereck Mckinnis
Aye! I hope you motherfuckers out there brought an extra clip
It's about to go down, welcome to Cashville motherfuckers
I'm a soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave your head bust, I'm a head busta, man, I don't give a fuck
I'm a soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave your head bust, I'm a head busta, man, I don't give a fuck
I come from a small town, where organised crime is the rule
You kill niggas without permission, niggas gon' kill you
We bang the rags too, red and blue
That shit ain't only out there 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
That's 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 chance to say, 'Park your weapons'
Liquor stores never close, the whole hood high
Niggas know when it's roll, the whole hood ride
We on that Bishop and Jude shit
I'll put this four five in your mouth, like a toothpick
The South ain't safe no mo', so get a gun
And pray to God, that you make it to see 21
I'm a soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave your head bust, I'm a head busta, man I don't give a fuck
I'm a soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave your head bust, I'm a 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 I'm 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 quick and know where they 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 rows
And let me show ya how I puttin' in work goals
The four four bulldog small enought to fit in a nigga boot
So it's wherever, whenever, whatever you wanna do, nigga
I'm a soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave your head bust, I'm a head busta, man I don't give a fuck
I'm a soldier, I done told ya, don't make me fuck you up
Leave your head bust, I'm a head busta, man I don't give a fuck
I'm a soldier, left, right, left, right, left
I'm a soldier, left, right, left, right, left
I'm a soldier
12.Bonafide Hustler
Lyricist：Homer Banks, Marvin Bernard, David Darnell Brown, Carl
Mitchell Hampton, Curtis James Jackson, Raymond Earl Jackson
Yeah, I'm a special kind of nigga with mines, you know？
I grind, I gets my paper, you know what I mean？ Ha ha ha, oh
yeah
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler
They say heaven's for church goers and hell's for the heathens
So I'ma just ball the fuck out while I'm breathin'
Eighth after eighth, what'chu know about that fast flip？
Crack spots, smoky fiends suckin' on that glass dick
Now Sham stay askin' for a dime for 9
I'll tell you what, I'll hook you up just one last time
Customs is comin' son is pumpin' watch the packs dissolve
Singles, C-notes to food stamps, we stackin it all
That's that joint what's his name son？ I don't remember
That Haitian nigga with the guitar that sing 'Gone 'Til
November'
I do a buck-forty in the rain, hydroplanin'
Lamborghini Diablo, candy painted
Got that hydro burnin', got the burner in the stash
Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it come out the dash
If fag-o in the club sonnin', niggaz start dumbin'
Start shootin' and I ain't strapped, fuck it I'm runnin'
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler
I been out here for too long, I deserve to get a bird
The fiends know my name now from standin' on this curb
I got blood on my shirt, and a handful of crack
A bunch of lil' niggaz with dime sacks 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
You niggaz know me, from fillin' up your heron needles
I'm connected with them people who don't speak no english
We ain't scared of the roll, we just get it and go
You see them Tennessee tags nigga you already know
I don't trust no hoes, that's how T got popped
He showed a bitch where his stash was, she told it to the cops
Me and Priest had the streets on lock
He'd break down the blocks, I'd open up shop around the clock
And I ain't gon' stop, so soon as you come home from the pen
We at it again, we gettin' 'em for ten my nigga
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler
You know I'm a hustler ey
Now I'm headed down South and that's my word
I'm on the Greyhound bout to move these birds
And if these niggaz don't let me sling
I'm out there robbin' everything
Got a brand new mac, and a P-89
Ya's a hustler, man I stay on the grind
9 grams of heroin, a 100 grams of coke
12 o's of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke
3 gal's of dust juice and a tank of LSD
And a thousand pills of every kind of ecstasy
Hash, hashish, I bought a sixty-two
When I was younger with my crew I had them niggaz sniffin' glue
It's 40's to the gram to them truckers and bamas
And I can chef up a miracle with Arm and Hammer
I'm a hustler, man I supply the fiends
I'm a hustler, nigga I'll sell you a dream
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler
13.Bang Bang
Lyricist：Sonny Bono, David Brown, Khari Cain
Bang bang, I shot you down bang bang
You hit the ground, bang bang
That awful sound, bang bang
I used to shoot you down
Don't nobody wanna die but everybody wanna ball
Somebody gotta go when them killers 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
Now be smart 'cause that heat comin'
And if they know that you did it you betta keep runnin'
I think I see someone, there go my enemy
Only Lord knows what this nigga fin' to be
Ten a ki' still the price, this is real, if you're lucky
Might give it to you for five, depend on if I took it
Nigga anything go, my shop never close
From the nickels and the dime to the whole kilo
The real niggaz feel me, the haters wanna kill me
But I'm holdin' down my city, me and this nine milli'
Why you throwin' bricks and hidin' your head
Homey I know where you hang
Ain't no thang for me to walk up and let that chopper go
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, that awful sound
Just think if I ain't empty the clip and he killed me
Would I still be livin', would my homeboys miss me？
How many niggaz 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 didn't see what it looked like when we left
Brain fragments for shotgun blastin', I'll take a nigga breath
It's death before dishonesty, dope deals and robbery
Poppa wasn't around but that shit didn't bother me
I'll probably be in the penitentiary
But I'll play the cards that the dear Lord sent to me, the whole
truth
I use this booth to speak to my thug niggaz
Why you mad at me？ The government's the drug dealers
Before I let these police keep harassin' 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, that's what you get bitch
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, that awful sound
It's goin' down around here nigga, get your muh'fuckin' head
bust
The muh'fuckin' street lights go out and then real niggaz come
out
All the bitch niggaz go in the house, shit is not a game man
Don't fuck around and lose your brain and aye, all my real
niggaz pray
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, that awful sound
14.Look At Me Now
Lyricist：David Brown, Denaun Porter, Jonathan Rotem
You know, growin' up in the hood
You go through all kind of thangs, ya heard？
Some of it's good, some of it's bad
But the thangs you go through in life, make you who you are
Look at me now
And from the day I was born I've been hustlin' strong
I've been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone
And niggaz said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong
And now they got their hands out like I owe them some
I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on
It ain't too much in the hood I don't know
How many times do I have to say that I'm grown
That I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is
hoes
I still remember them nights under the street light
Fiends don't give a damn, they want who got the cheap price
I'm tryin' to keep right, get it in dough
You see people is dyin' fast and the money is slow
We used to hang in front of the sto', flag down cars
To be a movie star, go get a glass jar
Once you cook it and cut it homey go stand out in public
See the work sell itself if you got enough of it
Plenty thugs been shot but see it's all in the game
Even I took a couple of 'em, but still I remain
I ain't different from that same lil' project figure
I done went with no lights and no water nigga
And I'm still hood, that mean I still could
Get on the block, and get mine like you should
How can I be good, when rappers wanna be Suge？
Surroundin' myself with family, so I can sleep good
And from the day I was born I've been hustlin' strong
I've been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone
And niggaz said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong
And now they got their hands out like I owe them some
I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on
It ain't too much in the hood I don't know
How many times do I have to say that I'm grown
That I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is
hoes
I would light me a cancer stick, thinkin' how can I get
My momma out the bricks and my whole clique legit
Lil' Jimmy and the feds, it's just me and some Teds
We cuttin' heads, doin' whatever to buy a loaf of bread
The high speed chases, I really loved it
To blow 50 G's and don't thank nothin' of it
We showed love but wasn't no love showed back
Whoa Kemosabe, what part of the game is that？
It's a fact and my war wounds on me can prove it
But look how you made me go and show you I can do it
I solemnly swear to hold it down for my homeboys
Locked up and don't know if they ever comin' home boy
Time keeps tickin', another baby's born
That's gon' go through the same stuff that I went through and
more
You wonder why I hustle, my life's on the line
My baby gotta have milk when she crying, c'mon now
And from the day I was born I've been hustlin' strong
I've been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone
And niggaz said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong
And now they got their hands out like I owe them some
I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on
It ain't too much in the hood I don't know
How many times do I have to say that I'm grown
That I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is
hoes
Now everybody got they hand out
Crackhead Willie spent his millions 'til they ranned out
Shorty don't wanna holla now because her man out
But just last week, I couldn't get it out her damn mouth
Nowhere to go, look like I'm stuck in these bricks
Seem like the good die young, the bad get rich quick, enough of
this
Let me take it to a whole 'nother level
Like stoppin' the po-lice from rollin' through the ghetto
Ain't nuttin' gettin' better but the bills gotta be paid
And money come up short then them tecs gotta get sprayed
E'rybody got a grave, we just waitin' to go to it
No matter what we do y'all we're still gon' go through it
Some say that I'm heartless, and don't give a damn
But they will never understand, until they get a gram
And this is who I am, not who I wanna be
Open up yo' eyes and see, what these streets done-done to me
And from the day I was born I've been hustlin' strong
I've been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone
And niggaz said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong
And now they got their hands out like I owe them some
I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on
It ain't too much in the hood I don't know
How many times do I have to say that I'm grown
That I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is
hoes
15.DPG-Unit
Doggy struck a match and the match went out
G-Unit, is in the motherfuckin house
Oh shit! (DPG) Yeah, haha
It's the motherfuckin DPG G-G-G-G Unit!
Can you believe it？ (believe it)
On some gangsta shit, y-yeah
On some gangsta shit, straight up nigga
Check this out right here though
Check it check it out, check it check it out
Doggy struck a match and the match went out
G-Unit is in the motherfuckin house (DoggHouse)
You keep talkin shit I'll put my gun up in your mouth
My gun up in your mouth, I'll show you what I'm 'bout
Sit back, kick back nigga 'fore I click-clack
Dig this, I did that but I can't admit that
Niggaz want some get back, I know it so I get strapped
Suckas took they laws off, these hoes want my draws off
Cuz tried to foul me, but I had to steel back
In fact when I hit him he was bloody in the bilz-nack
His buddy tried to peel back, but I had to kill that
Real niggaz from the turf, shit I know y'all feel that
We won't talk, ain't no need for that (fuck that)
The word on Snoop is I'm a G for that
A 'G' for what？ Fuckin niggaz up with no talkin
See the best way to leave a nigga's off in a coffin
And now I'm back on the set and I'm walkin
I done it so clean ain't nobody even talkin (shhhh)
It's like flippin a bitch, I'm Crip'n with this
I'll fuck around and have you niggaz missin and shit
Doggy struck a match and the match went out
G-Unit is in the motherfuckin house (Motherfuckin house!)
You keep talkin shit I'll put my gun up in your mouth
My gun up in your mouth, I'll show you what I'm 'bout
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I here to replenish opponents, you gangstas
Ain't nothin goin on but the crazy DPG Unit, BA-BAY!
Who that nigga you love to hear from？
I'm comin back with the full artillery, comin back with them
full drums
I'll beat yo' ass and I'll stomp you out
With Buck, Banks, 50 comin just to stomp you out
Snoop and Supa, Daz C-walkin again for the cash
We came from playin them fuckin games so raise up the flags
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now keep talkin bitch nigga, lay your body in chalk
G dippin, we Crip'n, Dogg Pound Gangsta mission
Blastin a straight assassin flashin the heat
Mashin with G-Unit, we do it, nigga please move it
Don't make me cock cause I won't stop
I got you scoped in my infra, fuck up and I'll getcha
(Givin death to a nigga tryna fuck wit a G)
I got my 9 in my pocket bitch, kick off an apocalypse
Nigga now gotta let me break it down for you how it's gon' be
You don't wanna fuck with Snoop cause then you gotta fuck with
me
G-Unit, DPG - go 'head
Start some shit, I got my strap with me
Watch how niggaz get to duckin when I get to bustin
It's nothin, I'll touch him for talkin too much I'll cut him
Push my knife in then fuck him
Man, pussy niggaz don't deserve to breathe
The strong survive, the bitches perish nigga you'll see
Ain't nothin like the smell of gun powder, the shells hittin the
pavement
Even the paramedics couldn't save him
I gave him one to the chest, and sixteen to the face
Got knocked then call Cochran to get me off the case
We on deadly grounds, I done been to hell and back
I had to stand out in the rain just to sell my pack
Hangin outta the back of the black Cadillac window
Adrenaline pumpin, the infra-red on his temple
I'm straight outta Southside Jamaica nigga
I'm 'bout my paper nigga, your words won't make or break a nigga
I'll put yo' bitch on a track, make her break a nigga
Got rings like a Los Angeles Laker, nigga!
We smoke more than you can handle
So on my regular day I burn longer than a Rest In Peace candle
And my neck piece is a anchor
A G-Unit gorilla's equivalent to a Dogg Pound Gangsta
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