Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that
Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah)
Ima show em how I do it (yeah, yeah)
G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT!
I keep hearin niggas is happy, the Ds come, niggas wit guns
When Im out on bail, ridin wit some new ones
Big got hit in that passenger seat
Pac got hit in that passenger seat
Now Im ridin round in that passenger seat
Come near the whip, Im blastin my heat
It dont take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin to sink in
The consequences mean nothin, those semi autos is bustin
Crack sellin, predicate villain, spit big words but I cant spell em
Put a shot to your melon, thatll keep youre punk ass from chillin
Then I got that nine and a fo-fo, that H2 is never full
Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how bout yours
Southside tatted on my back
My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped
Now all I got is two 380s and a nine
Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but youre dyin
Youre thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
Youre thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
Youre thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, you bitch
Follow Me
I used to chill in the hood, to support the fiends
But now Im eatin caviar instead of pork and beans
Im in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo five
Yall niggas wanna die?
I got a love affair, wit violence and guns
So this is for them gangstas, rep where you from
When I got Od up, my heart turned colder
Thats why the mac react like a king cobra
Now Im jumpin out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers
Yall niggas wanna stun? Ill bury you cockroaches
Gimme one year, in this industry
Ill buy enough guns to declare war on a small country
Still walk around wit the hammer boss
Rope and a cross
Hard timesll make a lil nigga hate Santa Claus
Your mountains is high, holdin in Diana Ross
Im like a 2003 banana Porsche
I dont gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut
They on my dick, cause I make groupies set off a fire truck
My team in the cutt, packin middle things
I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings
Its 8 class karats in the border
I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder
Im a savage on your daughter
She aint in the college dorm
Then I guess Im squirtin on the cabin that you bought her
Im a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter
Brown colored from shit, he established in the water
You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base
Just cause you pour syrup on shit, dont make it pancakes
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