50 CENT:
G G G G G-Unit. 50 Cent nigga Tony Yayo (yeah)
(Drop That Shit)
Yeah and it donât stop,
I do a 187 on yoâ motherfuckin block
Yeah and it donât quit,
Itâs G-Unit in yoâ motherfuckinâ ass bitch
Yeah and it donât stop,
I do a 187 on yoâ motherfuckin block
Yeah and it donât quit,
Itâs G-Unit in yoâ motherfuckinâ ass bitch
TONY YAYO:
They say good things will happen to those who wait
Shorty stuck in the game still slinginâ weight
None of thatâs yoâ life that ten in the brown
For XL six or seven foâ pound
Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is better
And with cameraâs in the mirror nigga cars costs cheddar
Iâm on first class flights with flying cooks
Cuz my verse sound nice when they flyinâ hooks
Now im blowinâ weed-o in Beverly Hills
Some bad free hoes in the Montreal
Next year itâs the new Hummer
Stash box with the llama drive through in the blue data bomba
Heaven or Hell will prevail when Iâm a goner
Cuz I Eat up tracks Like Hannibal and Dahma
Iâm the first one out, and last one on the corner
This life is a hustle any day you be a goner
P89 Ruger with the silence off
Little clipper sellinâ spitballs goinâ through straws
We got plenty of rap sheets but not on sale
We even got dillingers that hold shotgun shells
These rappers is talkinâ âbout bricks in they rhymes
You never did shit but some Mickey Mouse crimes
I donât respect it my work is never watered down
So on the first I get more checks than Nike town
Swinginâ 31 Moneyâs I been on the block
Since niggaâs did the snake runninâ man in the walk
When I was 15 I didnât want no workin papers
I worked the strip all night, servinâ niggers
Listen nigga, We live like Italians in jail
I got COâs bringinâ cell phones to my cell
Get rich in the game, niggas out to get you
Fill you ass up with led turn yoâ ass to a pencil
I jumped out with the Ruger rapid fire
I had you on the run like Omar on the wire
Iâm the only rapper you know that stay on the run
Iâm the only rapper you know that stay with a gun
Iâm a hustlaâ OGâs love to hate
Cuz I got old school money put away in a safe
You can catch me in the hood where that dope and coke at
Or you can catch me in cali in the Hollywood throwback
Iâm a bail jumper, you know them fish scale pumper
Fuck judge wong he gonâ catch me on the corner
Nigga make poor attacks, homie ya owe me
You wanna rap we can battle for yoâ see through rollie
I begin in a mansion stripinâ the models
The bathroomâs so far you gotta piss in a bottle
Thereâs too many Indians and not enough chiefs
Why you buy all the gunâs if you ainât got enough beef
The shit I spit will cause an all out riot
In my new 4 fifth will cause a hollow tip die
Im the type to tie up your lady, gun butt your baby
Im like the mob nigga fuck you pay me
Imâa hide my assets, and disappear
Make a quick 20 mil and vanish in thin air
Iâve finished my work now its time to cop
And meet that Chinese lady at the baggage spot
I Need 12 12âs
And 58 58âs
Cuz I got 8 sales
And they all gonâ wait motherfucka
50 CENT:
Yeah and it donât stop,
I do a 187 on yoâ motherfuckin block
Yeah and it donât quit,
Itâs G-Unit in yoâ motherfuckinâ ass bitch
Yeah and it donât stop,
I do a 187 on yoâ motherfuckin block
Yeah and it donât quit,
Itâs G-Unit in yoâ motherfuckinâ ass bitch