air your ass out

we in the '64

air horn blowing at my enemies

bulletproof cap

i ain't going out like kennedy

50 got my fanbase growing out in tennessee

i'm getting so much head it's drawing out my energy

i'm touring now

i need enough weed to pass around

somewhere around a half a pound of that manhattan brown

bitch

i'm gonna sell records

i got a platinum sound

ranned into half the town bandana wrapped around

nah

we ain't got no manners

and as far as the clips you know how gorillas feel about bananas

acknowledge whenever we round

and as far as bouncing back i'm like ben wallace on the rebound

you still spending 10 dollars on your weed

clown

you might lose your dick

it's all kind of disease now

they ain't og's

they grumpy

old men

riding 'round in a chunky old benz

nigga

those ends

i'm not the type to fall in love

make your hoes friends

i turn a friend to a ho

spend all the dough

niggas'll start fighting by the end of the show

i got 30 niggas on stage and 10 in the row

ya know

get ya gun

we gon' come for you

we'll lay ya ass out

the shells hit you knees

split ya

there's blood all on your couch

didn't think niggas would really run up in your house

hog tying ya mutherfucking kids and ya spouse

bitch

give us the mutherfucking money and we out

this 45th shell'll tear a fucking hole in ya blouse

waiting for me to have a change of heart

you assed out

kill every motherfucker up in this bitch and stamp out

nigga

this is pressure

punks respect pressure

catch ya stunting in something i want and i'll get ya

go 'head ride through ya strip in your benz on chrome

see if i won't run up in your motherfucking home

they say money make the world go 'round

i've seen my knife work

i turn a clown smile to a frown

squeeze and watch the barrel spin on the trey pound

i'm a g-unit gorilla

niggas know how i get down