Move on over, I done ya, boy I'm a G-Unit soldier, boy And when you get it in your brain The gate's open and the dog's off the chain
I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, ya, stop frontin' I be that on the run, after I pop some'n In the I read, death is of the tongue And if you talk about death enough death is come
Dave taught me how to flow, they shot him in the Randy ass was there, now he scared Some say I'm gangsta, some say, I'm 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 e'ry head that play me See, I'm cool them Hatian mob niggaz Tu say say mavule, and rob niggaz
The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, whassup that? See my flick, next to Papi and Cat And Montana, I 'em with the grammar I enhanced in the slammer after bangin' hammers, whattup? (Aight)
You live that, you shouldn't say that what come out, your mouth'll get you shot down Throwin' your money around and we don't play Get in our get you shot down (Nigga)
We know where you hang, we know where you at bullshit you on'll get you shot down Here's a few clips that you shouldn't with G-Unit, Ruff get you shot down
Aiyyo, y'all niggaz talkin' '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
Ain't but a handful of man still standin' I remember 50 in a when Onyx was slammin' (Aight) Now, we again, it's all good my nigga Back to the street again, it's all my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we walk the dog We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was (Aight) But once we got through the it's all smiles a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now, why you gotsta go and me back to where I came from? I'ma make you remember, you know my name from (Yeah) Street, and blaow, blaow, ave I done ran through your and only let off half, nigga
You live that, you shouldn't say that 'Cause what come out, your mouth'll get you shot Throwin' your money around and we don't play Get in our line'll get you down (Nigga)
We know you hang, we know where you stay at That you on'll get you shot down Here's a few clips that you play with G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you down
Yeah, word, If your head ain't your shoulders You ain't get shot, you got nigga (Just nicked) 'Cause if my chrome hit a piece of bone It's gon' do more than chip, (A lot more that)
Yea, the fuck is the problem? The is red the buckets is Army 30 shot handguns the gutter is (Yeah) like me might rush your apartment (Word)
Bloodstains'll up your carpet, brain on the window I smell murder every that the wind blow Tie him to the chair and knock out his chin bone 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 Better tap your man and let him know P'll to cut his And niggaz is gettin' shot down, two up Double R, S.P. holdin' D block
You don't live that, you say that 'Cause what come out, mouth'll get you shot down Throwin' your money around and we don't play Get in our line'll get you down (Nigga)
We know where you hang, we know you stay at That bullshit you on'll get you shot Here's a few that you shouldn't play with G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you down