g's up to every hood and every crew
supposed to have your gun 'round you
and i. claim g unit 'till i die
ya'll ain't fuckin' with me
g's up to every hood and every crew
supposed to have your gun 'round you
and i. claim g unit 'till i die
ya'll ain't fuckin' with me
who ever it was that said carats is good for your sight
must have never came across a rock this bright i've been hot since mike
first put on the glitter glove
and slid backwards on the stage so give a nigga love
but don't get it fucked up
the uz'll have you shakin' in the club like the bruck up
whats up? with all these wanna be lloyd banks
we need to make a remix cause theres some more wankstas
my street team straps mags on they waist
vest under the shirt and black rags on they face
i'm a problem lord can you find a way to save me?
i can't die shit i ain't even had my baby
death comes for everybody no exception to the rule
i'm a g unit soldier ridin' with my eyes low
funny rims spinnin backwards in a spiral
ya'll know the kid got the game in a jyro
in other words just choke
how the fuck you sell 4 million records and go broke
how the fuck you take a trip to jamaica and don't smoke
out in l.a. i know a few dimoes and locs
my chain heavy about the weight of a soap on the rope
leave your girl around me too long i'm pokin her throat
soon as she open her coat
g's up to every hood and every crew
supposed to have your gun 'round you
and i. claim g unit 'till i die
ya'll ain't fuckin' with me
g's up to every hood and every crew
supposed to have your gun 'round you
and i. claim g unit 'till i die
ya'll ain't fuckin' with me
in the town i'm from the tattle tales don't rock like pro keds
the little niggas ride they mopeds
you can't even cross over
one year from now i'm in the pop corn azzure
bulletproof glass blockin your boy
you back home suckin your teeth moppin' the floor
i'm gettin top dollar this ain't freebies
been in the game a year and got two best of banks" cds