second chances When it all goes down when they put me in my grave **** em all cross my tombstome and bury me with my gage g [Chorus] [Verse: Layzie
it that?s all I been all of my life It?s just T H U G we be And it ain't no thang Keep buckin' duckin' Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with my gauge
me fucked up Bone Thugs bitch Runnin' and we thuggin' it up Look at a creepin' on ah come up Ooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious How
pump police. They treat us like animals--let's attack 'em like beasts. But hold on: 'fore you start fightin' [hold on, hold on], let's brighten up the
rims on em Sniffing out a rat, I expose them and then bend on em I lotta bitches but they claiming they O.G.s A straight up pussy, he claims he knows
out Macy's, but 8 G's worth of Polo See the dreaded one-sixty copping ounces for dolo Stuffing 40's in brown bags dippin' from blue coats Flickin' it up
x2] [Verse 3: E-40, Passion] Huh, to all the broads dat be holding me, damn she loves me long as I keep poking up properly So can you live up to your
Hold up, son, word Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas For real niggas who ain't got no feelin's Check it out now I got you stuck off
I turn the key over Pirelli's on the street rolling like a steam roller Bitche's double team when I have my sleep over's Yeah, Re-Up gang with the G-Unit
real to me I can't help but get my skrill I'm in the wind, 600 Benz up in the traffic My rims, reals girls in, it's like magic, it's drastic Tryin'
for Wound up lookin cry baby like T.O. Don't blame me nigga, blame my C-E-O He wanna take a trip, To the money Let's G-O I got black women, white women
come off shy if you want me back And if my E G O's oh, no, don't give up to fast Baby, there's something about you Show me, that nothing can hold you
, showed up, "Hey, what's the hold up?" Man know what get them wraps and roll up I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin' You know what's
Yeah, niggaz it's 2006 And I'm back in this bitch G-Unit When I come through I'm comfortable 49's 45's a pump or two We don't permit outsiders amongst
re wondering why I keep my izm My style's the ultimate funk when I mic checka Cause I smoked everybody else's shit up One two checka So check
The topnotch of the block, cause I carry a glock Only hot rocks I'm hot, so give up the props My style is HUMMIN CUMMIN ATCHA, duck or get backed up