shot down

grrrr. arf! arf!

move on over

i done told you boy

i'm a g-unit motherfucking soldier boy

and when you gon' get it in your brain

the gate's wide open and the dog's off the chain

i be that yung'n with that gun-ness

telling you stop fronting

i be that yung'n on the run

after i pop some'n

in the bible i read

death is of the tongue

and if you talk about death enough death is gon' come

dave taught me how to flow

they shot him in the head

randy ass was there

now he running scared

some say i'm gangsta

some say i'm crazy

if you ask me i'll say i'm what the hood made me

now i can stunt 'til my ass dead broke like j.d. or put a hundred grand on every nigga head that play me

see i'm cool with them haitian mob niggaz

to say sak pase! map boule" and rob niggaz