Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
'Cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin' me into somethin'
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
And on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West
So, please stay off the T I P of my dick
Mothafucka, I'm a monster in this game similar to the Lochness
If you gon' represent your hood, what you waitin' on?
C'mon n' take it outside, let me see somethin'
When I pull up in the Louis truck on 26's people dumb out
My rhymes is nappy rooted, some verses gotta process
The same one I'm autographin' on the chest
T.V's playin' rim's spinnin', blowin' plenty 'dro
It's all on you if you gon' trick or you gon' get yo' dough
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in
If life's a crap game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out
Nobodys thinkin' about you plus your beef ain't legit
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scared
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now stomp, G-G-G-Unit, now stomp, G-G-G-Unit
I wasn't tryin' to get the cover of the Double XL
So, pimpin' be easy, quit catchin' feelings
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Security better back up when they play this song
'Cause maintainin' my fish tank an' they house cost the same
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
'Cause you worth a couple hundred grand and I'm worth millions
Put your bottles in the air for Yayo, he on House Arrest
'Cause hustler's relate to me and some are younger than Buck
Lace up my G-6's and I'm A-Town stompin'
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
If I say it I've either done it or it's 'bout to happen
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Don't be mad 'cause your bitch chose Buck and Game
Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
My deals never get screwed my contracts practice abstinence
And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty, dirty south
And we 'bout 50 strong, please don't make us do you wrong
Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin' my chain anywhere
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
When you got love for the streets, they give ya love back
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
W-w-what now? Don't get B-B-Buck'd down
I'm Cadillac n through the hood sittin' on 24's
Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get s-s-shut down
The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt when I'm rappin'
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
My click of guerrilla's they got they G-Unit's on
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk I'ma make 'em stomp
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Step on banks, shoot one more time then I'ma start bustin'
Ask me I'll say I made it an' it sure wasn't luck
All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nothin'
Just tryin' to fuck Mya 'cause Dre said, "Sex sells"
Don't be mad at the rocks in my fuckin' chain
I'm masterin' this program hazin' these undergraduates
Rows gold in my grill, I got a dirty mouth
So, if that bitch don't act right, I'm still gettin' my cut
Don't have to mention when you pimpin' you get plenty hoes
Do it like them dirty south boys, do and stomp
These rapper's think I'm ignent, love sayin' my name
You see the logo tatted on my neck
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Low rider out front, I'm tryin' to get into somethin'
You see I'm married to my music but we got a prenupt
Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
I know I got these haters, mad I can love that
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
G-G-G-Unit, comin' straight outta Compton
