Grrrr ARF! ARF!
Move on over,
I done told ya boy
I'm a G Unit motherfuckin
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 craaazy
If you ask me I'll say I'm
what the hood made me
Now I can stunt
'til my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry
nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them
Haitian mob niggaz
They say sak passe
say nap boule and
rob niggaz
The media be tryin to make a
nigga look bad,
whassup 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 whattup? (AIGHT!!)
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 (nigga)
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, fuck y'all niggaz
talkin bout,
think you playin wit?
Double R, G UNIT,
the same ol' shit (WHAT!)
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 50 in a cypher when
Onyx was Slammin (AIGHT?)
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 (AIGHT?)
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 gotsta go and
take me back to where I
came from?
I'ma make you remember,
where you know my name from
45th Street, 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 (nigga)
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
If your head ain't offa your
shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot,
you got nicked nigga
(just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a
piece of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip,
nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the fuck is the
problem
The Porsche is red the
buckets is Army
30 shot handguns the gutter is
starvin (yea)
Niggaz like me might rush your
apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck 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 chinbone
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
P'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 (nigga)
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
Grrrr ARF! ARF!
Move on over,
I done told ya boy
I'm a G Unit motherfuckin
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 craaazy
If you ask me I'll say I'm
what the hood made me
Now I can stunt
'til my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry
nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them
Haitian mob niggaz
They say sak passe
say nap boule and
rob niggaz
The media be tryin to make a
nigga look bad,
whassup 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 whattup? (AIGHT!!)
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 (nigga)
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, fuck y'all niggaz
talkin bout,
think you playin wit?
Double R, G UNIT,
the same ol' shit (WHAT!)
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 50 in a cypher when
Onyx was Slammin (AIGHT?)
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 (AIGHT?)
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 gotsta go and
take me back to where I
came from?
I'ma make you remember,
where you know my name from
45th Street, 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 (nigga)
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
If your head ain't offa your
shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot,
you got nicked nigga
(just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a
piece of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip,
nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the fuck is the
problem
The Porsche is red the
buckets is Army
30 shot handguns the gutter is
starvin (yea)
Niggaz like me might rush your
apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck 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 chinbone
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
P'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 (nigga)
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
Grrrr ARF! ARF!
Move on over,
I done told ya boy
I'm a G Unit motherfuckin
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 craaazy
If you ask me I'll say I'm
what the hood made me
Now I can stunt
'til my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry
nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them
Haitian mob niggaz
They say sak passe
say nap boule and
rob niggaz
The media be tryin to make a
nigga look bad,
whassup 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 whattup? (AIGHT!!)
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 (nigga)
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, fuck y'all niggaz
talkin bout,
think you playin wit?
Double R, G UNIT,
the same ol' shit (WHAT!)
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 50 in a cypher when
Onyx was Slammin (AIGHT?)
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 (AIGHT?)
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 gotsta go and
take me back to where I
came from?
I'ma make you remember,
where you know my name from
45th Street, 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 (nigga)
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
If your head ain't offa your
shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot,
you got nicked nigga
(just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a
piece of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip,
nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the fuck is the
problem
The Porsche is red the
buckets is Army
30 shot handguns the gutter is
starvin (yea)
Niggaz like me might rush your
apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck 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 chinbone
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
P'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 (nigga)
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
Grrrr ARF! ARF!
Move on over,
I done told ya boy
I'm a G Unit motherfuckin
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 craaazy
If you ask me I'll say I'm
what the hood made me
Now I can stunt
'til my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry
nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them
Haitian mob niggaz
They say sak passe
say nap boule and
rob niggaz
The media be tryin to make a
nigga look bad,
whassup 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 whattup? (AIGHT!!)
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 (nigga)
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, fuck y'all niggaz
talkin bout,
think you playin wit?
Double R, G UNIT,
the same ol' shit (WHAT!)
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 50 in a cypher when
Onyx was Slammin (AIGHT?)
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 (AIGHT?)
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 gotsta go and
take me back to where I
came from?
I'ma make you remember,
where you know my name from
45th Street, 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 (nigga)
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
If your head ain't offa your
shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot,
you got nicked nigga
(just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a
piece of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip,
nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the fuck is the
problem
The Porsche is red the
buckets is Army
30 shot handguns the gutter is
starvin (yea)
Niggaz like me might rush your
apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck 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 chinbone
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
P'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 (nigga)
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