Yeah, uh, yeah
I like the way that sound
Now

Check, ***** ya feelin' like a frog in a jump
One weed will bring you from the bottom of the trunk
From the trunk to the dump
I'ma rain on em, put the chump a slump
Like a rib shot, that's what the customers want

Don't cha? this ain't the typical story
Therefore I don't fall in the category
I'm cool calm and collective, you con on a Lexus
Blew chronic for breakfast, it match with the necklace

Nines only down til' the rats wanna check this
Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist
Especially if you rest next to me
***** come testin' me, you get the gun recipe, pop

These old *****z want the new born sound
Actin' like they don't know who holdin' New York down
Yeah, I used to buy Nick's, ten years later now
I'm super-fly slick without a roof on my whip, ****

I sip a hundred proof til' I'm ripped
And wave at the haters who got a root c**** sick
Tell *****z 'Like to make a scene' so the llama's close
That kind of **** don't fly like mama jokes

So they got 'em long-short, old kinda toast
More out of left ****, trailers all around the coast
To places you get around by boat, I get a pound I smoke
I put 'em down I'm dope

I'm real scope when I p*** the block, I make traffic stop
A prodigal A thing that make the apple rot
Since Apple Jacks, way long before the platinum plaques
The Pro Tools and the wax

Take a step back 'fore you catch a contact
The flows like an M16 with an arm-strap
I'ma bomb on *****z until they can't bomb back
The Hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack

All of **** changed since I came
A lot came round here, ***kin' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry than a mother***ker mayn'

Rob a store before you walk around poor
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown boy
You fuelin' up my fire when you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake

I can't wait until the curtains close, it's just me, the toolie
In them purple O's, indoor overload
Drive like I own the roads, these *****z is pus'
That's why my shoulders cold, mac by the toted bow

I'm ridin' filthy in the Beamer
'Cause I can have Lamina the Calina bring it to a misdemeanor
You drown in deep water, any ***** around
Come from the street corner, where you need your heat on ya

I'm on the climb, while my next CD climbs
South side, Greedy Dine, red wine, DB9, NYPD grind
Why? It ain't an easy grind
A ***** try to get mine, I'ma feed him nine

And it's graffiti time, *****z sprayin' ya mural
For try'na by a mother***kin' hero
I'm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on 'em nasty, ***** get in the taxi
I can't wait

All of **** changed since I came
A lot came round here, ***kin' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry than a mother***ker' mayn'

Rob a store before you walk around poor
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown boy
You fuelin' up my fire when you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake
I can't wait

G-Unit
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