[Intro: Young Buck] Hello? Hello? Anybody know what G-Unit is? 50, where the fuck you at, nigga?
[Hook: Young Buck](Lloyd Banks) Somebody called us and said the rap game needs us (They talking) Fuck it, they talked about Jesus (Still hating) Yeah, they hated on Jesus (The real waiting) They talked about Jesus This one here is for all non-believers (They talking) Fuck it, they talked about Jesus (Still hating) Yeah, they hated on Jesus (The real waiting) You know they talked about Jesus
[Verse 1: Young Buck] I could care less about a rapper and his entourage I don't give a fuck about a Phantom, it's not in our garage Who could take the project bench to a driver lodge? Fuck her to some Mary J. Blige, get out of dodge Dirty nigga, but all my dope clean though And I got fishscale for sale, fuck you mean ho? You niggas crack under pressure, Tim Tebow The shots didn't hit, you was at the freethrow I let my heat go, pull up with my seat low Girls smoking, I keep asking Banks where the weed go Still with the shit, still searching for a kilo I'm the reason why these niggas peeping out their peephole
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[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Wouldn't dent a armor at them niggas all together Louise summer sweater, Yankee on the sky-dweller 'gamo belt, fly fella, they think [?] Six or seven more flavors out in Vegas with weather With my kush up in the hall of fame Cavemen, break out your ball and chain I'll orchestrate the walk of shame Your life's plain, escort me through here like the president Royal room, you gotta tell the hoes what hotel I'm in You never did, you out here regular, ain't go one heckler I ball consecutive as long as they got neck to give Salute me you ever see me, I'm a vet CD full of cracks, easy with the grills, cut plat
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[Verse 3: Tony Yayo] Fishscales paid the bill, I ain't never been broke Arm ya, Adrien Broner on the ropes I'm still at that Mickey D's off of Atlantic My BK niggas, man, I feed them hammers My connect only speaks Spanish Uno, dos, tres, quatro, full bricks then vanished Jump in the Martin Vanquish Donald Sterling think he a slavemaster Turn my Clippers jersey inside out Feed niggas with long spoons running their mouth Godfathers to the head, they spoiled that Might trout your legs, overseased pussies, y'all loving thots Been around the world, crime scene in the parking lot
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