Where n****s split blunts eight ways and pack the b****
The one that n****s admire many study all my moves
You're perpetratin', embarrasin' the crooks
And I'm out poppin' Cris b**** I'll show you how I'm livin'
Stranger, don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that
Uh, yeah don't fall for a big butt and a smile
As soon as I hit the top I noticed the sudden change
I just saw the dealer and I'm goin' right back
Uh, I'm frontin' in my G62's the yellow and royal blues
N****s'll cross ya, you should hear the slang they say
They set ya up you f*** around have to buck in the crowd
Because of these broads that's layin' over my lap
I'm doin my thang, G-Unit's my gang
Before the night is done they be another murder
In a land of attitudes **'s and accidents
I feel like it's targets all over my back
I'm holdin' my ground in case somethin' goes down
It's probably the Maserati Ferrari, yeah the Range
And I'm focused 'cause I'm a end up bloody if I snooze
Mama spit me out with a spindle and I been mackin' since
Stashin' my g*** 'cause I know they might rat
And my product, a open your nose like good Caine
Before you know it n****s be shootin' up yo' s***
I feel like it's targets all over my back
I keep havin' them dreams 'bout n****s gettin' the drop on me
True fear n****s don't feel ya they triflin'
Plus your frontin' they only seen Paris in the books
And rev up all the broke n****s rockin' they old s***
And I'm stubborn, so I don't lean back and flinch
N****, you know how we roll, twenty three's twenty four's
You a sucker for love or maybe I'm a bit different
Because of these broads that's layin' over my lap
Stashin' my g*** 'cause I know they might rat
I just saw the dealer and I'm goin' right back
Around my way, ain't sunshine ev'ryday
A n**** that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
The clubs a fashion show, so n****s go get
A n**** that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
But I adapt 'cause I used to think just like 'em
I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon
I'm better than all you dudes hot metal for all you fools
If you ask me, is your baby mama's a pigeon?
Lettin' them things fly up and down the block for me
So put your money to the side for another burner
Stranger, don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that
This is South side street talk the hood slang
Whenever you leave the bricks watch the n****s you roll with
