Lyrics:
begonias or a touch of the blues.
And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eye,
I had to learn the hard way just to let her pass by, let her
(Chorus- Banks)
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat)
(50 Cent-between Banks)
G-Unit nigga that's what's up
a fucking tragedy
When you out of bounds
Look at me then pat me down
Feel for signals in my crown
Live for now I'm never bound
It's the source that's out
begonias or a touch of the blues
And there's nothing wrong with
The look that's in her eye
I had to learn the hard way
To let her pass by, let her pass
Shake them thighs for them pies
For all my niggas on every street corner
That's right, love why'all niggas
This is for the baller bitch
The waller
Oooo, it's bold it's daring
Um, no, it's gross it's scary
The kids are terrified by that thing
So do us all a favor man and cut yourself free
That mean she had the bo-legged wit the curves just like a bottle
Project chick but pretty just like a model
Find her rollin through the hood she loved
It's the bomb, baby
The bomb, baby
With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes
[Verse 1]
I walk through the projects with stress in my hands
usually call him just Gus
His coat's very shabby, he's thin as a rake
And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake
For he was in his youth quite
Filled up the bag like bank bank
Told Lil Wyte this one time, and project pat the same thing
I can turn two Ls into a W like bang bang
But Even in
Don't save her she don't wanna be saved
I'mma introduce me Project Pat I keep it real
I'mma introduce you you's a
Sucka faking deals
If you gonna let
niggas ain’t on that
I thought that I told ya
Niggas ain’t on it
Them niggas be cap
Going real hard like
Project pat
Got a lil bitch
That I hit
From
cared for by John Doe
You'd be better off just giving up
You'll get a pat on the back when you get a patio
I try not to get so negative sometimes, but I
cared for by John Doe
You'd be better off just giving up
You'll get a pat on the back when you get a patio
I try not to get so negative sometimes, but I
semi by my gut
A nigga tempt me fire up
I let that sig blow light em up
I say I ain't got that hazy
You know I got that kush
Niggas rolling on that dirt
It's going down going down
Three 6 Mafia mafia
Project Pat y’all know the business
Imma tell you motherfuckers something man
Some real shit tell 'em
or a touch of the blues
And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes
Had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by
Wind in
the police, nigga, hatin' on my dawg project
That wasn't the same white boy that I seen, nigga
When we were makin' them early records, nigga
When you were
they all know that I'm that boy, I'm bout to make a deposit
Im on
Take a trip out of my city
See the difference
Palm trees by the beach, henny sippin
dress, Louie B red bottoms
She don't want a broke nigga, but a nigga that can pop bottles
And I can tell by her body shape that she a model
Try to eat it
to this but all they catch is chills
No frills, Puba pays the bills
Ron Studda spin the wheel back like his name was Pat Sajak
on Wheel of Fortune.. that's
Lil mama don't do basic
She all about her money
Do whatever just to make it
She bounce that ass watch her go
Lil mama she gone shake it
She gone strip
of dap if his name was Woody Black?
O.j. Found innocent by a jury of his peers
And they been fucking with that nigga for last five years
Is it fair? Is
the S-500 I want it
Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop
Chick like me be chasin' after cops
And they don't stop at my block after
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