Uh, oh, young south, yo
I him talkin' but he 'bout to get that 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
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I'm n through the hood sittin' on 24's T.V's playin' spinnin', blowin' plenty 'dro have to mention when you pimpin' you get plenty hoes It's all on you if you gon' or you gon' get yo' dough
I know I got haters, mad I can love that When you got love for the streets, give ya love back Look in my eyes, you can tell I never scared Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin' my anywhere
If you gon' represent your hood, what you on? Security better back up when they play this And we 'bout 50 strong, please make us do you wrong My click of guerrilla's they got they on
All of that mean muggin' really don't nothin' n' take it outside, let me see somethin' W-w-what Don't get B-B-Buck'd down Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get s-s-shut
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G-G-G-Unit, comin' straight Compton Lace up my G-6's and I'm A-Town Got ten-thousand in my pocket, let the pump in 'Cause and Young Buck always gettin' me into somethin'
Low rider out front, I'm tryin' to get somethin' Step on banks, one more time then I'ma start bustin' Rows gold in my grill, I got a dirty And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty, south
I tryin' to get the cover of the Double XL Just tryin' to fuck Mya Dre said, "Sex sells" Don't be mad at the in my fuckin' chain Don't be mad 'cause bitch chose Buck and Game
You see the logo tatted on my The same one I'm on the chest Put your bottles in the air for Yayo, he on House And on behalf of 50 Cent, is G-Unit West Now stomp, G-G-G-Unit, now stomp,
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Mothafucka, I'm a monster in this game to the Lochness My rhymes is nappy rooted, some verses gotta The truth in this booth, no doubt when I'm rappin' If I say it I've either done it or it's 'bout to
When I pull up in the Louis truck on people dumb out If life's a game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out These rapper's think I'm ignent, love sayin' my 'Cause maintainin' my fish tank an' they cost the same
Ask me I'll say I made it an' it wasn't luck 'Cause hustler's relate to me and some are younger than You see I'm married to my but we got a prenupt So, if that bitch don't act right, I'm gettin' my cut
My deals never get my contracts practice abstinence I'm this program hazin' these undergraduates So, be easy, quit catchin' feelings 'Cause you worth a hundred grand and I'm worth millions Nobodys thinkin' about you your beef ain't legit So, please stay off the T I P of my
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