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Intro
Uh! I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang)
G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)
Ma I gotta get mine (Ma I gotta get mine)
All the day all the time (All the day all the time)
nigg* you know how we roll (nigg* you know how we roll)
Twenty three's twenty four's (Twenty three's twenty four's)
I'm holdin my ground (I'm holdin my ground)
In case somethin goes down (In case somethin goes down)
Verse 1
Uh! Yeah don't fall for a big b*tt and a smile
They set ya up you fk around have to buck in the crowd
Around my way, ain't sunshine ev'ryday
'll cross ya, you should hear the slang they say
In a land of attitudes AK's and accidents
Where split blunts eight ways and pack the b*tch
Mama spit me out with a spindle and I been mackin since
And I'm stubborn, so I don't lean back and flinch
Your perpetratin, embarrasin the crooks
Plus your frontin they only seen Paris in the books
Whenever you leave the bricks watch the you roll with
Before you know it be shootin up yo' s**t
The clubs a fashion show, so go get
And rev up all the broke rockin they old s**t
Before the night is done they be another murder
Put your money to the side for another burner
Chorus
(Stranger) Don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that
I feel like it's targets all over my back
Because of these broads that's layin over my lap
A nigg* that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
I just saw the dealer and I'm goin right back
Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat
I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)
Verse 2
Uh! I'm frontin in my G62's the yellow and royal blues
I'm better than all you dudes hot metal for all you fools
The one that admire many study all my moves
And I'm focused, cause I'm a end up blood if I snooze
You a sucker for love, or maybe I'm a bit different
If you ask me, is your baby mama's a pigeon?
I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon
And I'm out poppin Cris b*tch I'll show you how I'm livin
I keep havin them dreams bout gettin the drop on me
Lettin them things fly up and down the block for me
True fear don't feel ya they triflin
But I adapt, cause I used to think just like 'em
As soon as I hit the top I noticed the sudden change
It's probably the Mazaradi, Ferrari, yeah the Range
This is Southside street talk the hood slang
And my product, a open your nose like good Caine
Chorus
(Stranger) Don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that
I feel like it's targets all over my back
Because of these broads that's layin over my lap
A nigg* that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
I just saw the dealer and I'm goin right back
Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat
I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)
