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