G-unit Lyrics
"Gangsta
Shit"
[50 Cent - Talking]
Yeah, niggas talking
all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know
what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?
[Chorus
x2]
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man,
matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from
talking like that
[50 Cent]
I'm the talk to hit
every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on
the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two
shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh...
the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we
can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he
stunts in the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That
been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I'm marking my music like
diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you
not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through
the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful
good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM!
[Chorus]
[Young
Buck]
You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato
in the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John
Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name,
gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga,
then we eating
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
Ain't
nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me,
"Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50
couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking
like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation
is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
So point him
out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga
watching ya'll, motherfuckers!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd
Banks]
Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I
got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don't
understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo
Lean
out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest
you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Til
they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and
turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas
buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably
feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So
I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top,
we number one with a glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!
[Chorus]
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