 50 cent
50 cent, uh
Llod banks,uh
Young Buck, uh
Game Nigga~ G-UNIT
haha its easy man, its easy man
Ay yo i swith my hustle, no more dice
games or limosuine you see blood
in the snow after the shots in
december
Niggas is broke thats why they stay
ice grillin
im in the aspens laughin snow mobilin
with a beautiful bitch she chocolate
athletic
ass bigger then serena asks banks
he seen her
plus she hood she hood she aint
hollywood remind me of trina
D's come shorti even down to hold
my beretta
G stand for gangsta unit stand for u
niggaz in trouble
better lock and load on the ground
YEAH
Chorus:
Im so sorry
niggaz all fucked up they aint gettin
money in the hood
I So Sorry
i lied to ya homie told ya id let you
hold something if i could
Im so sorry
50 talking: You know i could but i
dont wanna help you out nigga
Im SO sorry
Game:
Im in that 6,7 glass house
in and out of lanes
murder on my mind
old english runnin through my veins
i think about easy and it eases my
pain
i drink a 40 ounce g unit soakin in the
game
i came into this world both feet in the
dirt
no purple label no button down shirt
no harm intended to subliminal disses
but hardcore seperate the men from
the bitches
i would popped your ass if i thought
you was worthy
lookin like boy george in that larry
bird jersey
buck pass the dutch im blowin that
bob marley
hop off the G-4 lets have a boston
tech party G-UNIT
50 Chorus:
Im so sorry
You niggas dont sound that good
when you step in the booth
im So sorry
nigga i know it hurts but god damnit
you know its the truth
Im So Sorry
to see me do good its makin your
punk ass sick
Im so sorry
that i aint got room for all you niggas
on my dick
Im so Sorry
Lloyd Banks: Yeah
a snap of a finger will make you guys
cripple
i came up with shitta, nigga
i handle bars like a bicycle
stars make your eyes trickle
as stiff as an icecycle
the muffalas the sounds of land
thats why i whistle
file your status you know thats
wrong
before you go and put that foot
locker noback on
around here niggas get shot for
performin that song
and hoes cut they eyebrows off and
draw them back on
they try to merk me yo
thats why 50 bought me a trey
pound with a nose longer then
pinnchio
pop shit i stroke your slut
and soon as her mouth open up
what?
same color as coconut
50 Chorus3:
Im so Sorry
you aint from compton you aint
gotta flow like game
im so sorry
you aint lloyd banks mixtape artist of
the year man
Im so sorry
you aint young buck you dont let the
gun buck son you butt
im so sorry
you get outta line ill personally come
fuck you up
Young Buck:
we dont chase no hoes
we dream about it while we makin
dough
ill have a hundred fuckin hatiains
come and cut your throat
i stood tuff to dough
niggas my ears to the street
i got niggas from your own hood
workin for me
i got ya man out
you cant even bail your man out
we no real cuz the bitch niggas stand
out
nobody gonna miss you when the
dessert eagle hits you
just do like pac said pour out a little
liquor
picture gettin your chest blown open
and no one there to save ya
you momma gotta wake up makin
funeral arrangements
you kno who to play with and we
aint the ones
thins G-unit shit is deeper than a
prick in your thumb motha fuckas
50 talking: yeah i wanna take the
time out to apologize to all yall
niggas
that put out records this year and
didnt seel none im so sorry
hahaha oh man i dont know how to
explain it how we get that money
man haha
i just say shit i swith my hustle motha
fucka
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