-Game talkin- (pshh) We got a problem Houston... Not Marcus Houston, or his lil' rappin side kick We got a real motha fuckin problem... And theres only gonna be one of these songs, After that I'ma knock your motha fuckin ass out...
-verse 1- Bitch niggas get put in a coffin With all that psychopath talkin You listenin to da source, and I ain't from boston I'm gang bangin, red G-6's Call 'em how I see em, these niggas is bitches And clue put this nigga on a song Now it's G-unit and I came to get it on You ain't hot, nigga you luke warm I'll hog tie your ass wit G-unit shoes on You had pump it up, that was a cool song You only sold 10 records nigga now move on Talkin bout you got ratchets and twos on when You was at the allstar game wit no jewels on I cant believe I gave you dap Wit da 45 on me, I should've gave you dat Pistol whipped you, layed you flat Jumped off Buddens, nah a disgrace for a yankee hat And it's time to state my biz Only nigga pushin Rock in jersey is Jason Kidd You a phony nigga, I erase your wit Have you runnin to da church like Mase done did.
You don't know me..fool To dis me on DJ..Clue I don't need no assistance to dig you a ditch and Any problem I got, I just put my clip in You fake like Janet's titty One call, 300 bloods at Atlantic City You bad boy then dance like diddy I give celebrity beat downs, I bring da camera wit me On dat mixtape shit, you know my man was 50 And I keep some chrome in da tanish dickies Smoke nigga like a gram of sticky And I know my way to Harlem, I'd take you to Branstons wit me Come to Compton, you'll vanish quickly I got niggas in da hood dat'll kill you for a can of Migee's Gangs of L.A. we never die.. And we'll let hollow tips fly at Joe..
I drive through da desert storm, kick up dust Red and blue rags hanging outta pick up trucks Get banks on da phone, nigga hit Young Buck Tell him we got a problem wit dis dumb fuck You was just in da city of angels In da W lobby, in da presence of gangstas I'm da nigga dat'll beat you wit da stainless And leave you alive so you can run and tell Skane (bitch) I got niggas in Jersey, dat'll hang you I'ma Los Angeles king, wit New York rangers And you lucky Yayo got dat beeper in his ankle Joe Buddens da true definition of a wangsta
-Game talking- Dis nigga try and act like he ain't know wat da fuck he was doin You knew what you was doin nigga Stop lying to da fuckin people nigga Go jump on a freestyle, niggas on dat fly shit Try to dis G-Unit nigga And I'm on da fuckin first verse You ain't slick nigga I caught dat shit like a mother fuckin Gregg Mayers fastball nigga 50 get Dre on da phone See if dat nigga remember what Joe Buddens 2nd single was Cause I don't I took a survey in da hood nigga, went to da projects Asked bitches if they was feelin your shit They was like "Nope." Went to da hood, asked niggas if they was feelin your shit They was like "Nope." Then I went to Jersey, caught me a fuckin flight man Took my last $500 man Flew to jersey, asked niggas in Jersey if they liked your shit They was like "Nope." So I said fuck it, I'ma take this nigga motha fuckin head off BlackWallStreet, AfterMath, G-G-G-G-Unit u know wat it is nigga, and u know where to find me...
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