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