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Every I roll up niggas holla roll up And I tell 'em hold up, you ain't money you ain't smoking In my Benzo, 20 inch Smoking on indo, as a motherfucker I be on backstreets, niggas know I clap heat if you got beef, man ,you better holla at me Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, up Every time I pop up, a lot going on in my I the dice, I holla get 'em girls Daddy need new shoes, need Pirellis to look mean on 22's box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this and I'm gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too sips of Henny The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the was just harassing me cause they know who I was Spent the in Central Booking for smoking some bud
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Now if you heard I done started shit It ain't I be high, be high And if you I done let off a clip It ain't because I be high, be But I that lye, lye lye lye I get high as I wanna, Go against me, for sure, you's a goner, I don't to calm my nerves, but I got beef crush my enemies like I crush the hashish If you love me tell me you me, don't stare at me, man I'd hate to be in the pen for clapping one of my Let me show you how to me when you meet me, when you see me If you real, my nigga, you how to holla "G-Unit" There's no competition, just me 50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these If David could go Goliath with a stone I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the
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Now who you know me who write lines and squeeze nines And have hoes in the hood on white lines You don't want me to be your kid's role I'll teach them how to them 380's and load up them hollows Have shorty fresh off the stoop to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his Sit in the crib sipping Guinness watching Then oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking like he O-Dog My team they depend on me when it's time I eat a nigga in broad day like it's lunchtime You feeling brave, nigga, go get gully See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out skully I made myself hot so ain't shit you can tell me Now niggas calling me to feature, man, fuck money I hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing good I gotta write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
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G-Unit, are you G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? Nigga, ready or not, I come