☆ Unit 16-11

[volume rises]

[Intro:]

{DAMN! } Yeah! {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

Check my mic up! {CAN’T FORGET… NELSON!}

Yeeah! {G-UNIT!}

Shit is right! (ugh!)

[Verse:]

On the run baby – conceived thru a criminal, (why?)

A General! – So I don’t operate the way the women do.

And that one’s subliminal. – It don’t apply let it ride (ride…)

I know ya kind, get disrespected and let it slide! (G-Unit!)

Naaah! – That ain’t the cloth that I was ripped from (uh!)

You talk a lot of shit son. – You betta have a big gun! (uh!)

Just add em up and pick one. – You think they got they shit from? (huh?)

You think I got my bitch from? (huh?) – She even gave the click some. (YEAH!)

She came from the tropics, like the Chronic in my pocket

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I’m a prophet! (yeeah!) – I can see it ‘fore it happen (uh!)

Make you see it thru my rappin’. (uh!) – I’m just rappin’ what I see (see!)

See me laughin’, to the V! (whooo!) – How can thee – fuck with’ me? !

I’m a G! – Sucker free! – Takin’ me? – I wear the tool make ya pee!

You fucked up! – Wakin’ me, now that I’m woke, you can’t breathe

Loch ness in a vest, you gotta headshot me! Ya see? [blast]

My money new as the news, and you’re confused

So off with’ ya 22, for talkin’ down on ya crew. (ugh!)

I’m walkin’ round with a tool! – Chinchillas and gator feet (ugh!)

Leather seats, I don’t fear nothin’ bring on whatever beef. (whatever!)

I’m on a level you will never reach! (reach!)

Every 16, my leverage peaks – I go to bed with’ heats!

Sleep with’ dough; teach a hoe the game, but I keep her bro

Give her X and reefer smoke, now let’s get this money!

Funny how the tables turn on ya! – Ya homeboys wanna murder ya!

Disturbia! It don’t matter the size, there’s an urn for ya.

My coalition dirtier! – Down to do the dirty work

Rape ya baby mama ’til she violent, find her in the dirt. (dirt!) {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo}

Nigga cryin’, don’t work! – It just make ya tired! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

Try it! – You ain’t about that, be quiet! (uh!)

These brick artists are wired – so what’s the conversation for? !

I taste money and chase some more – you want me to break the law? ! (damn!)

Life’s a bitch, an ungrateful whore! (whore!)

She’ll let you see it make you pay for more, the American way I’m sure!

I’m pure! – See my papa was so raw like a

Ki to a quarter, a O so ulcer to cold sore! (YEAH!)

They been hatin’ as long as a world tour

And if my label gave me the push! – I woulda sold more! (more!)

It’s just me against the planet in this cold cold war

Out the store 4-4 nigga, how bout yours? ! (yours? !)

You are now in the company of greatness, (uh!)

And I only like green faces – I’m a racist, let’s take it back to the basics!

Before I got my bracelet. (uh-huh!)

My mansion or my spaceships. – And answer all ya hatred! (YEAH!) [blast]

Louis Vuitton or naked it’s the same ol’ G!

“MYB! ” – Mind Ya Bidness – or ya finished! It’s nothin’ more than a scrimmage

My style wake the spirits (yeah!)

Which I’m – heavenly mirrored this time – they gon’ hear it!

Sometime – more than a lyricist, lyrics are just the half (half!)

Miss it! – My heart so cold you’ll catch a draft! (yeah!)

Ask the opposition ’bout him, they doubt him, the crowds crowd him (uh-huh!)

And my mixtapes are magic, patched together like an album! (yeah!)

I’ve been labeled since a child and I’m black, I’m wild and I’m violent

Won’t crack a smile and I’m silent – while the stacks keep piling. (piliing!)

And as the world keep spinnin’ I keep stylin’

On a far deep island, from a concrete ground and – I’m DROWNIN’! [gunshot] {DAMN!} [beat stops]