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callin u on the cell, u bz
den hook up the steak and potatoe


Since the day that I first saw him
cant stop thinkn of him
right then I knew that he
Kiefer zerschlage
Steigt sie ein und bläst im Auto wie 'ne Klimaanlage
Mit Kilos Ghettodeals, wenn ich auf der Street den Rambo spiel'
Gibt's drive by
player hatin' me
I den been a lot of places, I strapped around
But I never found a town like Uptown
Out, lounge all day, smoke weed by the pound
I cruise
Yeah, Shady (Woo!)
Ha ha, 50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-UNIT
(Here we go again, yeah)
Uh huh, ha ha ha
Does it make you mad, when I switch my flow
You
er nem Salzspenderkopf gleicht
Mein Rap, wird von G's im Auto aufgedreht, wie'n Schalldämpfer vor'm Drive-By
(Schlampensohn) ey, Ich komm mit dunklen
(Gary L. Yoder & G.R. Grelecki)
I'm the pilot of this plane
Spread my wings at the break of day
Fly by night, sleep by day
Oh baby, won't you take
I'm gutta 
Tell you one thing bout me 
I'm stuck to duh greens
Like duh coke to the feens 
And if by all means 
Just pay me in all green
Sprite chasin
sie möchte gern Gs ficken
Ich geh mit Statussymbolen durch Armutsregionen
Deine Wannabe-G-Kollegen sind nur Schmalspurganoven
Labern von mords den
Sie wollen Kugeln fliegen sehen
Kugeln in der Luft Blut an den Händen kleben
In den Augen Tränen
Sie wollen sehen dass einer geht
Sehen dass Worte
next-of-kin's famous (Obie's your cousin?!)
Please believe it, I'm as "Down to Earth" as Chris Rock
Gettin hit by trucks, starin' at twat
A big cannon in ya
In meinem Ohr läuft nur dieser Funk
Und dieser Ton genau mein Geschmack
In meinem Kopf hör' ich nur den Song, der mich betäubt
Los, spiel' es laut
I'm gutta 
Tell you one thing bout me 
I'm stuck to duh greens
Like duh coke to the feens 
And if by all means 
Just pay me in all green
Sprite chasin
the pizzark
I got a break 'cause my mother said be home by dizzark
But before I go I'm gonna flow for you in time see
So listen to the rhyme G

The East
Written by Gasolin

Solen den går ned over gaden
Stemmerne får tusmørkelyd
Vi spiller bold mod facaden
Og så med et der ryger min dyd

Og
cole lampin
I took dis g upstate cole lampin
Ta da poke-a-nose, we call da hide-a-ways
A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito Lays

Flavor-flav
Slam a hater to the flo

Stomp a mud hole in dat ho

Mean as hell on dat liquor

Meaner den dat on dat blow

So don't push me motherfucker

Push me
flav-mobile cole lampin
I took dis g upstate cole lampin
Ta da poke-a-nose, we call da hide-a-ways
A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito Lays
flav-mobile cole lampin
I took dis g upstate cole lampin
Ta da poke-a-nose, we call da hide-a-ways
A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito Lays
keep me good
I do it for the hustler cause I do it for the thugs
I do it for the G's cause the G's show me love
I came in the game 17 real loud only
keep me good
I do it for the hustler cause I do it for the thugs
I do it for the G's cause the G's show me love
I came in the game 17 real loud only
umgeben von der Bossaura
Nutte, wer will Beef mit dem G?
Kid, ich flieg' im Privatjet, zieh' mir 'ne Bahn Flex
Kollegah der Mac, von den Streets in die
night city
Money, money, money
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Summer night city

Money, money, money
In the rich man's world

Den går på band!
Kan
(that's right)
I saw that nigga get his head tore off (by who? )
By the same nigga that took his wife
You know I come nutty stingin like syphillis
You can
the opposite
Thugs and thieve with a dozen keys
Serve quarterpounders that don't come with cheese
Hustles breath with love with g's
And know they telling
new Shootin Holes through
Niggas skulls fool Lets get da dope and drop it off
and count them G's and smoke some cheese 
it pays to brake the law
My