Move on over, I told ya, boy I'm a G-Unit soldier, boy And when you gon' get it in brain The gate's wide open and the off the chain
I be that yung'n that gun-ness, tellin' ya, stop frontin' I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop In the I read, death is of the tongue And if you talk about death enough death is come
Dave taught me how to flow, they shot him in the ass was there, now he runnin' scared Some say I'm gangsta, say, I'm crazy If you ask me, say I'm what the hood made me
Now, I can stunt 'til my ass dead like Jay-Z Or put a hundred grand on e'ry head that play me See, I'm cool them Hatian mob niggaz Tu say say mavule, and rob niggaz
The media be tryin' to make a nigga bad, whassup with that? See my flick, next to bring and Cat And Montana, I 'em with the grammar I in the slammer after bangin' them hammers, whattup? (Aight)
You don't that, you shouldn't say that 'Cause what come out, mouth'll get you shot down Throwin' your money and we don't play that Get in our get you shot down (Nigga)
We know where you hang, we where you stay at That bullshit you on'll get you down a few clips that you shouldn't play with G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you down
Aiyyo, y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout, think you playin' wit? R, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (What?) Put the faggots in the ring, 'em all quit All y'all niggaz is pussy, suck my
Ain't nuttin' but a handful of man still I remember 50 in a cypher when was slammin' (Aight) Now, we meet again, it's all my nigga Back to the street again, it's all my nigga
on wood my nigga, we both walk the dog We ain't get to where we at by luck, was hard (Aight) But we got through the trials it's all smiles 'Til a big type all of a sudden get wild
Now, why you gotsta go and take me to where I came from? I'ma make you remember, where you know my name (Yeah) Street, and blaow, blaow, ave I done ran through your crew and only let off half,
You don't live that, you shouldn't say 'Cause what out, your mouth'll get you shot down Throwin' money around and we don't play that Get in our line'll get you down (Nigga)
We know where you hang, we where you stay at That you on'll get you shot down a few clips that you shouldn't play with G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot
Yeah, word, If your head offa your shoulders You get shot, you got nicked nigga (Just nicked) 'Cause if my chrome hit a piece of bone It's gon' do than chip, nigga (A lot more that)
Yea, what the fuck is the The Porsche is red the buckets is 30 shot handguns the gutter is (Yeah) like me might rush your apartment (Word)
Bloodstains'll up your carpet, brain on the window I smell murder every time the wind blow Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chin I don't the throne or the crown, I ain't sellin' up You can the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one that the gutters Better tap man and let him know P'll love to cut his And niggaz is shot down, two guns up R, S.P. holdin' D block down
You don't live that, you shouldn't say 'Cause come out, your mouth'll get you shot down Throwin' your money around and we play that Get in our get you shot down (Nigga)
We know where you hang, we where you stay at That bullshit you on'll get you down Here's a few that you shouldn't play with G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you down