you think they call us G Unit for Cause we move units uhha Don't think we ain't billin you for this motherfucking studio time A matter a fact keep call it a
remix I get gully bust a shot...I - I grip it I get gully bust a shot...I - I grip it I get gully bust a shot...bust bust a shot bust bust a shot
out my way, who want what? Say no more Matter of fact, take that chain off dog I gave niggas enough time to front, I'm a beast on the street Like crushed
I'm a living anal probe I'm a lame-a-phobe Matter fact my nigga Jumpoff can I keep goin? (WHY THE FUCK NOT!) When I was a teen, I used to pack a .380
blow up, ya muthafuckin' brain cells And leave you legal, the slang tongue spigel Cocks back the fifth, teflon starts to seek it Criminals on a move, set a
't care if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade I ain
Freedom's just a word to those who give in, Or a state of mind for those who put out, Everything they have for an absence, Or another word for no oppression
Turned age sixteen now on my own Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too with no hesitation lock load then blast you Without a hastle we in a
A small nigga, always a score nigga that be up in your braud nigga You fraud nigga cop yae, from far but never raw niggas My A's and SK's will rob when
a ??? from a dred naughty boy You don't run around wit the shotty boy It's not a cause Let me see, when they comin who can stop a Ruff Ryder In the BX
show, everybody in the party that we're nice Wit out sippin' on Bacardi and ice The southpaw, ask your ma, I be the shinin' star No matter who you are, no matter who
up to me Face to face with a cage, no matter your age I can shatter you, turn you into a savage in rage Change ya life, that's if you get a chance to
cannot buy So rich or poor it pays to have M O N E Y A gal who's tender, that's what I love It's legal tender, I want a pile of Just let my liquid assets
of despair Prisoners grummle an' piss dey' clothes 'n scratch dey' matted hair A tiny light fum a window-hole A hunnit yards away Is all dey ever gets
the great plan! How ultimate blandness Must rule and command He knows not a drop, Not a crumb, Not a whit, Of the reason for doing This criminal shit
niggas} Niggas know [Saukrates] I ain't spittin', I hock a luggy This ain't no motherfu---- verse, I write movies Picture this, how a nigga get sicker