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I hear a talkin' niggaz must be mad at banks
But there only one niggaz ain't as bad as banks
yous front you gon get shot down

We to pump crack at cho spot now, G Unit
Nigga ain't nuttin' change you I'll blow your brains

These niggaz don't want war
They just walk frontin'
'Cause I walk stuntin'
Why you the long pump is in the trunk for

If you really somethin' we can show up at your front door
I know my history, my tree done said master
Fuck livin' positive, 'cause negativity spreads
A has ta, bulletproof his car

'Cause big hits come flyin' through ya like Casper
I'm out the jar jar scopin' out the bar
Distracted see shorty breast out the bra
Not the type to go spark in

Start you gangsta 'cause you hit a park yellow van
Act hard but ya heart made a man
Talk tough, till you get cuffed and tellin' damn
I got a new bitch and when I'm done wit her

It'll look like she dived first in the pool wit it god damn
You only gon wind up dead to prove shit
I put chalk around ya head like a stick
I gotta have bucks on the

I'm hungry like a south african fly stuck to his face
Catch Banks in a truck full of
Remember I'm a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks space
You could either get or get ya ass jumped

The only tigger you touch is on a gas
I got my own slave she really got a curfew
Cook and clean for the kid like silly in purple
I know you pop me but but

If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey
Fuck, I really the rubber
I send sparks at you and I don't Emilio or Bubba
I'm aimin' for a video cover, tall bustas

A pound and a philly hold the
G Unit's what's up now
The cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown
You gotta come a little harder,

You wear jerseys mine a throwback and yours is a starter
You still beg a hoe, hoe
And you mad 'cause you blowin' on
You never blow

Anyone to step in my ring is
I don't know a thing about stylin' but I can make a finger weave
Short stay leave her butt in the
Lace up the beef and peanut butter and jelly

I'm about to get this deal know
Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka pill
I ain't loud around a
I don't crowd a btich

The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina
I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner
I could call up a chick and put a child her lips
Niggaz can't stand the that I'm real

I kidnap the Queen from the and put her back on the pill
Gimme at her best
at the chest
I'm to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk

Useta have ta up, now I hardly got ta press
Got two guns, and both to cardiac arrest
My success got salty, salty

Blowin' like a cup of coffee
POW get these fuckas off me

I hear a lotta talkin' niggaz be mad at banks
But there one problem niggaz ain't as bad as banks
Nigga front you gon get shot down

We fend to pump crack at cho now, G Unit
Nigga ain't change
You move blow your brains

Yea Lloyd nigga what's up nigga?
It's 50 nigga you wit him right?
I you fuckin' wit him 'cause I said you fuckin' wit him
Thats my baby right there thats my boy right my young nigga

What's up nigga? the fuck
I hear niggaz that keep it real and all that nigga
Nigga if you talkin' all that gangsta
Nigga we get it poppin'

Whats up nigga? Anytime
I don't give a if it's 4 in the afternoon
Nigga any you see me nigga lets go