down with the mack in the pound I'm with G-Unit, c-unit Nigga you?re not ballin? on a G2 jet Everything you wanna ever do you need D O-P-E, on a fucking CD, it?s
my DNA in it Next day it's the GT, stunt off of a G.P. Fist full of stones, fingers glowin? like E.T. Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones Do your son like J-
nutt 3 nutts 4 5 nutts 6 nutts 7 nutts more have it how u want i rather have it hardcore ya legs on my neck ya neck damn there on tha floor (Young Buck
hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that piff Bye-bye, you fuckin? bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich,
with me lil' mama, let's get it Wan' take you down to the flo', shorty I'm wit it I'm on that shit, we on that shit I ain't on that rubber grip, nah
Wen I Say I Wanna Fuck, I Mean Right On The Spot I This is My Pussy, But Bitch, U Kn It's Urs U Say It's Your Dick, Then Lick On The Balls Baby Wen
Yeah, yeah, yeah, G-Unit My Polo on, check, my Dolce on, check It's my crew and Polow Da Don I get that kitty ma, yeah, I get that cash boo Shake that
I'm livin? like a rebel Ridin? with my strap on, foot on the pedal Them silly beef raps, now they on another level, level I grew up on a crop side,
New York City!!!!) Oh looooord!!! [Verse 1: Young Buck] (?) (*Young Buck's adlibs) I'm back, still got my Mac and my switchblade No love to them niggas actin bitch made (*Fuck 'em) It's
't worried 'bout nothin? Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin? Strap like it's legal, ridin? around bumpin? If you can't beat 'em don't join '
s yaha i doubt that i put the barral on i put the barrel in your fith ya mouth jack whoooo kidddddddddd dammn parcah gunit radio gunit staturdays go cop t.o.s
s four g's on em i cross seas on em im alergic to snitches i might sneeze on em put cheese on em make everybody squeeze on em the white sheets on em
up at your bougie event give your body harm Slide you all over the stage like Omarion Don't need a party, calm on the Pepsi and Bacardi bomb Bail ain't
im a gangsta boss gangsta goon got ma knife ma gun ma vest its on lay a nigga on his lawn fasartchi style got ma 44 im fasarchi now full of kilo's switch
the fuck out the rain There's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim You don't get a warnin?, there's no heads up when it's on Here it comes, ready or
I?m a rider, Molotov I?ll toss that, you?re on fire Beef pop, I?ll stop talkin? ?n? get quiet And make a muzzle on the Tech look like it?s on fire My
me 50's cash child or call me Young B! I ain't a politition I'm a walking ambition, If it don't make sense I won't listen, I won't stiffin, Shit if
Unit T.O.S., Terminate On Sight You see the muh'fuckers who get it right T.O.S., night or daylight It's Hammertime, got your nine, I got mine T.O.S