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