Uh, oh, young south, yo
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, you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme him off Now, where you Who the boss? I'ma break him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme him off
I'm Cadillac n through the hood sittin' on T.V's rim's spinnin', blowin' plenty 'dro have to mention when you pimpin' you get plenty hoes It's all on you if you trick 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 ain't scared Poppin' them thangs, I'm my chain anywhere
If you represent your hood, what you waitin' on? Security better up when they play this song And we 'bout 50 strong, don't make us do you wrong My click of they got they G-Unit's on
All of that mean muggin' really don't mean n' take it outside, let me see somethin' W-w-what Don't get B-B-Buck'd down all this hatin' or this club gon' get s-s-shut down
Now, where you from? Who the I'ma break him off Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme him off
I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get ass stomp Watch how I get the club crunk I'ma make 'em We ain't wanna front, get that ass stomp Do it like them south boys, do and stomp
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G-G-G-Unit, straight outta 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 rider out front, I'm tryin' to get somethin' Step on banks, shoot one more time then I'ma start Rows gold in my grill, I got a mouth And a with a fat ass from the dirty, dirty south
I wasn't to get the cover of the Double XL tryin' to fuck Mya 'cause Dre said, "Sex sells" Don't be mad at the rocks in my fuckin' be mad 'cause your bitch chose Buck and Game
You see the logo tatted on my The one I'm autographin' on the chest Put your bottles in the air for Yayo, he on Arrest And on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit Now stomp, G-G-G-Unit, now stomp,
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Mothafucka, I'm a monster in this similar to the Lochness My rhymes is nappy rooted, some gotta process The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt I'm rappin' If I say it I've either done it or 'bout to happen
I pull up in the Louis truck on 26's people dumb out If life's a crap game, I'm rollin' 7's on the out These rapper's think I'm ignent, love my name 'Cause maintainin' my fish tank an' they house the same
Ask me I'll say I made it an' it sure luck 'Cause hustler's to me and some are younger than Buck You see I'm married to my music but we got a So, if that don't act right, I'm still gettin' my cut
My deals never get screwed my practice abstinence I'm masterin' this program hazin' undergraduates So, be easy, quit catchin' feelings 'Cause you worth a couple grand and I'm worth millions Nobodys thinkin' about you plus your ain't legit So, please stay off the T I P of my
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 playin' wanna front, get ass stomp Do it like them south boys do and stomp
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