Lyrics:
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
This Goo When Im Bouncin Through The Club
Wit Bout 45 Dudes When Im Boucin Through The Club
U Ain't Talkin Bout No Cheddar (Adios!!)
Ridin 20 Inches
shit slugs gone fly
I'm from the hood called BI
Where them thugs got to survive, like the hills have eyes
We watch them cops ride by
I got my wife
you ain't doin' shit
Walkin' round, talkin' loud, still ain't got into it yet
We be on that hood shit, you know how we do a bitch
Nigga walk up
discussin' the illest player that's in the game
And he's ridin' with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and them
G Unit records, ain't a motherfucker stoppin' them (stoppin'
government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify niggas by they cars
So
the bottle with Don, and I'm back for sure
Actin' a fool, gettin' skully, mixin' henny and mo
With plenty to draw, and we gotta blaze by the door
With too
quick I hit it
Droppin bodies by the dozens, in and out your cousins
I'm burnin niggas like a oven, givin up no lovin
? with my dogs, ridin in a 50 round
[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters
boyz
I'm from uptown New Orleans, straight out the hood
I jumped off the spinners sayin', "I wish you would"
Nigga walked up on me mean-muggin' talkin'
like it's legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get
It if we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
Big
is don't get caught
Unless your hustle ain't breakin' the law
And even though rich folks got it good
We sittin' on 'em fat in the hood
I'm ridin
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I
' through execution capital
E-Rock the stupid fo', who's ridin' with this Nigga Yuk
We the Mafia, squabble the gun
Played out, droppin' ya
[Lo-Life
you
Fuck with me I'm a thug
You already know how we come I'm
In the hood where the drugs, and the slugs
Nigga already know just how we gone come
You pay
Ridin' with a fully through the city, nigga (yeah, yeah)
I been sellin' bags by the fifty, nigga (yeah, yeah)
Pinky ring, it cost me seven-fifty, nigga
Move into the hood with all the O.G's That help me get paid homie, we a unit Doin it how a gangsta do it Run through it And stampede the block like bitch
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin
doot doot doo
Speedholes in ya hood
Transparent everyone can see through you
Throw hands like Chuchu
Toriyama bars still Dr. Slump you
Fifty Cal no two
not my bro please get this nigga out my face
Ridin by my lonely lately I ain't feelin safe
Niggas claimin that they know me but they don't know what it
good someday, yeah
Remember having fifty cent to my name
A quarter juice and some hot flames
We were sitting on the couch watching He Got Game
My
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm
a group home, ghetto like a pay phone
Jake The Snake I'm low in the hood from em
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Yeah I got a knife for a tough nigga, 9
ain't go to Gary, nerd
Christians on my feet, demon bitch, she ridin' passenger
Tell her put her head down since she actin' bad
We cannot compete, you
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