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(50 Cent)
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Young Buck, Game
G G G G G G G G G G G-Unit!
See I'm A City Boy, Man I Ain't from the south
50 Cent Man Ya Yall Know Wat I'm About
I'm Bout My Money Mayne, I'm On The Paper Chase
I Have Doc Tyin Yo Face Like A Shoe Lase
See I Don't Play No Games, I Cut Ya Up Mayne
I Get Tired Of Hearin You Talk, I fck Ya Up Mayne
You See Me In The Club, You Know A nigg* Strap
Picture Me Partyin, Playin Games, Without My Gat
(Young Buck)
They Say The Clubs A Death Trap
Cuz Be Beefin, And they be thinkin its cool,
So That Be Right Were They Be Left At
Wonder Why I Dress Black
Cuz Aint No Tellin Were I Gotta Bust This Tech At
That Click Clack! Mean Get Back Or Get Hit
Them Tried To Rob Me But They Ain't Get s**t
Quick Wit The 4-5 nigg* Take That
And Call Game, Tell Him Scoop Me In The May Back
G Unit
(Chorus)
Y'all Ain't fkin Wit Us
Y'all Aint fkin Wit Us
Homie!
Y'all Ain't fkin Wit Us
Y'all Aint fkin Wit Us
(Lloyd Banks)
It's 2004,
New Pound In The Drawer
Blue Powder Is All,
With Jewels Outta The Store
The Flashy, Playboy Fools Try To Ignore
Y'all Gon Make Me Build A Pool Outta The Floor
Before You Come Acting Wild
Ask Saddam For Advice
Cuz You Gon Be In The Ground For A While Now
My Weed Is Exotic, fck Wit The Basics
Purple Haze Got My as* Stuck In The Matrix
(Chorus)
Y'all Ain't fkin Wit Us
Y'all Aint fkin Wit Us
Homie!
Y'all Ain't fkin Wit Us
Y'all Aint fkin Wit Us
(Game)
When I'm in MIA
I'm Wit My Hatian Crew
Any Beef Wit G-Unit
Will Eat You Like Jamaica Food
A Year Ago I Was Makin Moves
The Closest I Ever Been To N.Y Was Krush Groove
Now I Walk Through Manhattan
Pants Saggin Me And Chi Money
Tryin To Get 50 To Put On A Pair Of Khakis
We fkin Up From Compton To Queens
Write What You Want You Still Can't Sell Your Magazine b*tch!
(Chorus)
Y'all Ain't fkin Wit Us
Y'all Aint fkin Wit Us
Homie!
Y'all Ain't fkin Wit Us
Y'all Aint fkin Wit Us
G G G G G G UNIT!
Theres A Price On Your Head Motherfker
nigg* I'm Here To Gad Dammit Take The Hit 50 Wat You Want Me To Do nigg* Lets Ride
nigg* Only Worth A Buck Anyway I'll Kill Him For A Dollar
Its All Hood Game You In The Game nigg* Come To Riches And The girls and The Fame
See You In The Streets I'll Knock Your b*tch as* Out
G-Unit nigg* And Yayo Home b*tch!
G G G G G G G G G UNIT!
