Uh, oh, young south, yo
I hear him talkin' but he to get that ass stomp how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp We ain't wanna front, get that ass stomp Do it like them south boys do and stomp
Now, where you from? Who the I'ma break him off you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme him off
I'm n through the hood sittin' on 24's T.V's rim's spinnin', blowin' plenty 'dro Don't have to mention when you you get plenty hoes It's all on you if you gon' trick or you get yo' dough
I know I got these haters, mad I can love When you got love for the streets, they give ya love Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't scared Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin' my chain
If you gon' represent your hood, what you on? Security back up when they play this song And we 'bout 50 strong, please don't make us do you My click of they got they G-Unit's on
All of that mean muggin' really don't mean C'mon n' it outside, let me see somethin' now? Don't get B-B-Buck'd down Stop all this or this club gon' get s-s-shut down
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma him off Where you from? Who the Lemme break him off
I hear him but he 'bout to get that ass stomp how I get the club crunk I'ma make 'em stomp We playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp Do it like them dirty boys, do and stomp
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma him off Where you Who the boss? Lemme break him off Now, where you from? Who the boss? break him off Where you Who the boss? Lemme break him off
G-G-G-Unit, comin' straight Compton Lace up my and I'm A-Town stompin' Got ten-thousand in my pocket, let the pump in 'Cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin' me into
Low out front, I'm tryin' to get into somethin' Step on banks, shoot one more time then I'ma bustin' gold in my grill, I got a dirty mouth And a bitch a fat ass from the dirty, dirty south
I wasn't to get the cover of the Double XL Just to fuck Mya 'cause Dre said, "Sex sells" Don't be mad at the rocks in my chain Don't be mad 'cause your chose Buck and Game
You see the logo on my neck The same one I'm autographin' on the Put your bottles in the air for Yayo, he on House And on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit Now stomp, G-G-G-Unit, now stomp,
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get ass stomp Watch how I get the crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass Do it them dirty south boys do and stomp
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma him off Where you from? Who the boss? break him off Now, where you from? Who the I'ma break him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme him off
Mothafucka, I'm a monster in this similar to the Lochness My rhymes is nappy rooted, some verses gotta The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt when I'm If I say it I've either done it or it's to happen
When I up in the Louis truck on 26's people dumb out If life's a game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out These rapper's I'm ignent, love sayin' my name 'Cause my fish tank an' they house cost the same
Ask me I'll say I made it an' it sure luck 'Cause hustler's relate to me and some are than Buck You see I'm married to my music but we got a So, if that bitch don't act right, I'm still my cut
My deals never get screwed my contracts abstinence I'm masterin' this hazin' these undergraduates So, be easy, quit catchin' feelings 'Cause you worth a couple hundred grand and I'm millions Nobodys about you plus your beef ain't legit So, please off the T I P of my dick
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em We ain't playin' front, get that ass stomp Do it them dirty south boys do and stomp
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma him off Where you from? Who the boss? break him off Now, you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme him off