Lyrics:
me acres
At this time fuck the mule G
Grant me any V12 Benz and GMC
I figure seven mil for each family that you sold for free
In exchange for
[Islord]
Ah-yo, let me tell y'all niggas somethin'
One thing, let me tell y'all niggas somethin'
I don't give a, flyin fuck about
None of y'all
never change
Try to show another way but you
Stayin’ in the dope game
Now tell me what’s a mother to do
Bein’ real don’t appeal to the brother in you
You
clockin' on the daily, now I'm the nigga who pay me, yeah
Fuck a piece of ice, bitch, this a avalanche
I'm all about them O's, that mean my exes never had
Yea yealloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
Niggas salute me uh huh
We takin over this shit yo
G Unit!
G Unit soldiers ride out
Whatcha say whatcha say? G Unit
game got my win on
About a G and a half is what I come with
But twenty five G's is what I left with
Teatley was the word I heard
I went deep in
packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
Try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's
every single test
You can’t tell me we ain’t next
Shmoneymo I need my check nigga
Lloyd OP, overpowered, overpunctuated
Gladly end a pussy nigga with
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
like every day
Nigga you can't tell me I don't be on the spot
When I can tell you all the homies that done get shot
From at least about five years ago
They're putting up this new internet tower by my house
Do you know what kind
I don't know, metal maybe steel
No, I mean what G
4G? 3G
5G maybe
That's
free
But this minstrel show that we see through our live feed
Courtesy of that F.B.I.G
Snapchat, twitter, tik tok social media complex
Artificial
them know
Leave'em dead and gone
My feelings went and gone
They want to treat me wrong cuz I talk a little slang
This what I was taught
This is in my
for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan is
(One
the V (northside), got family in the Deep East (hunnids)
My Auntie from the Sucka Free, straight up out of HP
Church was on Clay street, vibing
Yea
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
Yea
Niggas salute me
Uh huh
We takin over this shit
(50 Cent)
Yo
G Unit
G Unit soldiers
(gun cocks)
and never let 'em see me sweat
'Cause in the end
I knew that I would have it all
While non-believers were prayin'
For my downfall
And some would call and tell
bodies with the chalk
Walking back and forth backwood and torch just calm the thoughts
Brenda still pregnant this one by a reverend
Pac tried to tell us
through it all, so don't tell me that your life is rough
I come from the west, but my name Huey, no not Russ
Remember after school, I had to pole with me
as Compton (uh)
By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens
A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips
Today there's over five million Bloods
and the five fifty a.m.g a
I head outta town, first class
Yeah, I'm makin' money an' no that money ain't makin' me
Know that I wouldn't hurt you
I want you
55xxxx
Bm* 75xxxx
Asus4 55xxxx (same as d*)
G5 35xxxx
A5 57xxxx
Dsus2 xx0230
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The intro sequence I think, is this d5 bm* asus4 g5 a5
Verse
G's)
Now, when you're rollin' through yo' motherfuckin' hood
Tell me what you see
(Some motherfuckin' G's)
Roamin' in my motherfuckin' hood
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
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