weren't the same man Flyin' by the sky like Starscream T.B.S. & G-Unit! Fuck all the niggas on his team My money ain't over! Check it! T.B.S. Generals and G
every letter B.A.N.G. B.A.N.G. G.A.N.G. we spray then leave we play when we know we play N.E. V.E.R. C.P.R. Doctor Carter are you the disease boy young
Yeah, niggaz it's 2006 And I'm back in this bitch G-Unit When I come through I'm comfortable 49's 45's a pump or two We don't permit outsiders amongst
, stash for the 4 4 Smokes 144, what dem O's go for Like ohh 350 1 more, 350 stick'n the floor brand new bizarre Smashes, G's and C's all in my glasses
over on Euclid and Labade Young Big Touch, Pooh and Big Baby Rio, J.T. and Big Money Herky Jerk, Wezz and Pea and Cody J.E., K-Ug and Odie Toe-Fa, M.J
drama It's baby and her mama, naked in a sauna Down with the gang 'cuz them flows be hard Blue mink, Short and my St. Brenard Super bad man all around Hoo-J
t no secret Space-age pimpin' means, I don't do free shit Time waits for no one, it ain't gon wait for me Yours truly, signed Eightball and M.J.G. All
, when it comes to the sticky I'm the man Crush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T H C ain't no joke
, you can ask Puff Let M.C.'s, Mary J. B. and Jodeci About that nigga Yuk means the hardcore You're kicked off tour For piss marking on the hotel floor G
a dick Down for my shit, tricks wanna get 'em up with me Because they heard their baby-daddy fucked with me But I'm out on you hoes wit the 10 g belt
givin hell AC Got a dude in the red don't held they chief And them little bitches gonna sell they cheek And a nigga try to J A C K gon get C L A P D
(J. Forte, C. Kirschner, C. Webster) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) Bass: Concetta DrumsKeys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta Princess Superstar
(Intro): A B C D E F G H I Hey, do you know what letter comes after I "What do the Jungle Brothers call it? The jimbrowski" "It's jimmy, it's jimmy"
ma start like this Everybody raise your right first C'mon! Let me hear you say yeahhh (yeahhh) C'mon y'all, say oh yeah (ohh yeahh) C'mon! It's comin
P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile, G-Unit's on my feet Got a cherry lowrider in the N-Y-C
I can't be her man, whatever Westside riders, they be mobbin' wit J.D. Oooooh, homeboy T-I-G Southside riders, Nate Dogg and R.O.C. Oooooh, we'er the
hot but no they not, no Westside, the city where we ride The city where that niggy put that green up in the sky Off that Al Green, sippin' a OB Who that G
[W.C.:] Twist the cap back and turn it up and Back to get it crackin' in this motherfucker Comin' through like pardon me, excuse me Smellin' like ooh-