[Intro: 50 Cent] Yea I ain’t even gotta tell them who it is, I be like wussup its the Kid, they know its me man. Fuckin kiddin me I run New York.
[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2 Yall niggas know me, cuz I do my thang man You look you gonn' see, G-Unit’s my gang man You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man
[Verse 1: 50 Cent] They say ima trouble maker, ima waste of shit right Keep my strap on me niggas front ima get right I dont care if its broad day, or its night Im out on bail money and my lawer fees i be alright I aint no pussy I aint no punk niggas know bout me And know my flows, know the clothes, and know the hoes I see I move around its hard as hell tryin to be low key Cuz every gangsta in the hood fuckin listen to me And if I say im in my Bentley you could picture me rollen But if I said that shit last year you could picture it stolen My dirty ass clean now, Im fresh out the hood If you mad cuz i aint hookin your ass up den good Niggas aint neva did a thing for me, now they wanna hang with me Next thing you know they got they hands out, wantin from me I dont play no games homie, I keep that thang on me I lay a bitch nigga down
[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2 Yall niggas know me, cuz I do my thang man You look you gonn' see, G-Unit’s my gang man You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man
[Bridge: 50 Cent] This is Benzes, BM’s and Bentley’s, back to back, when we come through Palmer’s, Rangers, Denali’s, Escalades you know how we do, G-UNIT!
[Verse 2: Young Buck] You fuckin right a nigga still in the hood call me they say that the feds want me but they gotta come and get me, we aim for the head homie pistol grip pumps with the rubber grips pop till it stop then slide in another clip burnin down the block you dont know who you fuckin with until you get shot see buck is on some other shit I keep a desert eagle in my reagle just for a bitch
[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2 Yall niggas know me, cuz I do my thang man You look you gonn' see, G-Unit’s my gang man You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man [Verse 3: Spider Loc] Now tell these niggas to make room, clear the path Whoever stand in my way they doomed, I might do a year and a half For stabbin a bitch, when I'd rather be in my lab stabbin a bitch Licken her out then im kickin her out I gots the best work on the block, this is just a sample im givin out Once they get a taste they gon be waitin out Forget about these other new rappers they can move past us Get down and dirty like used ratches, and my crew flashes You gon be fucked up, tough luck you bustas better hush up 848 thugs what, 50 told me the games ova homie its rays time You ready here it come, when I appear they run And you dont hear from the niggas till the coast is clear The east coast is where I rest But I be out west, getting love from them sets, them Mexicans and Samoans So I dont need to check your resume, doggy im knowin
[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2 Yall niggas know me, cuz I do my thang man You look you gonn' see, G-Unit’s my gang man You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man
[Verse 4: Tony Yayo] Beam on the mac, will put wings on ya back How ya ass gonn' walk when ya leg detached Yo the game changed, lil niggas run the streets yo The black panther nigga down like dee-bo My curfew at 9, im low for my P.O We pop up at 12 just to search the condo G-unit is the gang man, niggas go hard So my hearts gone colder than Atticans yard [Verse 5: Lloyd Banks] I only been in the game for a year it aint changed but im hot, inside ya brains in the rear of the range I be valid till im guilty, yea they call me slitherin Them cowards should of killed me, im powerful and filthy So niggas say sorry, before I let them Goons loose And send ya ass home wit the rims like prune juice Im New York’s prince, Bent like tints Signed wit 50, i been in da benz brand since
[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2 Yall niggas know me, cuz I do my thang man You look you gonn' see, G-Unit’s my gang man You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
