| Move on over, | |
| I done told ya boy | |
| I'm a G unit mother****in' soldier boy | |
| And when you gon' get it in your brain | |
| The gate's wide open and the dog's off the chain | |
| I be that yung'n with that gun ness, tellin' ya stop frontin' | |
| I be that yung'n on the run, after | |
| I pop some'n | |
| In the Bible | |
| I read, death is of the tongue | |
| And if you talk about death enough death is gon' come | |
| Dave taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head | |
| Randy ass was there, now he runnin' scared | |
| Some say, | |
| I'm gangsta, some say | |
| I'm crazyIf you ask me, | |
| I'll say, "I'm what the hood made me" | |
| Now I can stunt 'til my ass dead broke like | |
| JDOr put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that play me | |
| See I'm cool with them | |
| Haitian mob niggaz | |
| They say sak passes nap boule and rob niggaz | |
| The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad | |
| Whatsup with that? | |
| See my flick, next to bring papi and cat | |
| And Montana, | |
| I kill 'em with the grammar | |
| I enhanced in the slammer after bangin' them hammers | |
| X whatsup? | |
| You don't live that, you shouldn't say that' | |
| Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot, down | |
| Throwin' your money around and we don't play that | |
| Get in our line'll get you shot, down | |
| We know where you hang, we know where you stay at | |
| That bullshit you on'll get you shot, down | |
| Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play with | |
| G Unit, Ruff | |
| Ryders'll get you shot, down | |
| Aiyyo, **** y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout, think you playin' wit? | |
| Double R, | |
| G unit, the same ol' shit | |
| Put the faggots in the ring, watch 'em all quit | |
| All y'all niggaz is pussy, suck my dick | |
| Ain't nuttin' but a handful of man still standin' | |
| I remember fifty in a cypher when onyx was slammin' | |
| Now we meet again, it's all good my nigga | |
| Back to the street again, it's all hood my nigga | |
| Knock on wood my nigga, we both walk the dog | |
| We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was hard | |
| But once we got through the trials it's all smiles' | |
| Til a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild | |
| Now why you gotta go and take me back to where | |
| I came from? | |
| I'ma make you remember, where you know my name from45th | |
| Street, and blaow blaow ave | |
| I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga | |
| You don't live that, you shouldn't say that' | |
| Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot, down | |
| Throwin' your money around and we don't play that | |
| Get in our line'll get you shot, down | |
| We know where you hang, we know where you stay at | |
| That bullshit you on'll get you shot, down | |
| Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play with | |
| G Unit, Ruff | |
| Ryders'll get you shot, down | |
| Yeah, word, yeah | |
| If your head ain't offa your shoulders | |
| You ain't get shot, you got nicked nigga' | |
| Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone | |
| It's gon' do more than chip, nigga | |
| Yea, what the **** is the problem? | |
| The Porsche is red, the buckets is army | |
| Thirty shot handguns the gutter is starvin' | |
| Niggaz like me might rush your apartment | |
| Bloodstains'll **** up your carpet, brain on the window | |
| I smell murder every time that the wind blow | |
| Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chin bone | |
| I don't want the throne or the crown, | |
| I ain't sellin' up | |
| You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough | |
| I'm the one that flood the gutters | |
| Better tap your man, and let him know | |
| I'll love to cut his | |
| And niggaz is gettin' shot down, two guns up | |
| Double R, | |
| S.P. holdin' | |
| D block down | |
| You don't live that, you shouldn't say that' | |
| Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot, down | |
| Throwin' your money around and we don't play that | |
| Get in our line'll get you shot, down | |
| We know where you hang, we know where you stay at | |
| That bullshit you on'll get you shot, down | |
| Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play with | |
| G Unit, Ruff | |
| Ryders'll get you shot, down |