Lyrics:
you)
(Let me show my love to you girl)
One of the finest Filipino Truest beats!
(let me share this night to you)
Mainstream! Genocide & G' Rhyme in tha
I get a flicc witchu?
I buy your records, everything you do. Can I get a flicc witchu? (Really?)
My daughter loves you, she's only two. Can we get
the niggas
Put these bitches on knees
It's tank love baby, after bed hit the flo'
But if you ain't about three
Hit the motherfucking do'
Pretending not to be
ol' G, same goatee
Stayin' low key, nope
Holler at God "Man why'd you had to take my folks?"
Hope to see Freddy G., Yusef G
Love my G, Rolly G
You say you love your coco (Hey)
They say they love their [?] (M.I.A.)
Some say fuck all (Hey)
But I'm here to take all
Hands up
If you hear
G-Unit clique NIGGA, you love how we spit NIGGA
My wrists glist' in glitter cause we sittin on six NIGGA
Yo it's all about the Benjamins, feel
by the rules M.O.B M.O.B
If there's money to be made holla me, holla me, properly
I preyed on the game like a G got no time for these hoes man i stay
What me and my girls plan to do was hang around,
Have fun, girl talk, talk real loud.
Then I get approached by a man that probably didn’t know I
alive
C/G G
Rejoice for what He's given
F C/E G
By His blood we've been sanctified
C/G
straight, turn a nigga two-face
Hot, drunk girls say they love my baby face
Uh, but I'ma still keep it G though (yeah)
Captain of my ship and I ain't never
Make that ass clap make it slap
Make that ass smack when I snap
If you is the baddest booty the fattest
Let me hear you holla out
It's baddies
come get this love
I've been checkin' for you
Let me know later what's up?
Here's my number girl, hit me back
Holla back girl
Bring the chicks in,
niggas ain't fuckin' payin' attention
They not seen what df is goin' on
It's a movement nigga, G-Unit South!
Git wit' it or live wit' out nigga!!
You know
Yeah
It's Shady, ha ha (woo)
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (ha ha)
Here we go again
Yeah (what? Huh-huh, ha ha)
Does it make you mad when I
soul my New York mommas
You're giving me control by moving to this song
You gon make me lose my girl, and all that drama
I swear I'm lovin you,
You love
niggas how it's supposed to be done
G-Bo gator, you know I ain't no hater
I'ma holla at you later
Tic toc don't stop big East slap rock
Remember Boot,
it was him by the Gucci brim
We gotta do it B I G
I'm trying to hit the lottery in V I P
Green leafs in my shot glass
All night soul team had cirrock
Anonymous pictures of other niggas tryin' to kiss her
Will I love her or shall I diss her?
I'm sick of this scandalous shit I deal wit
Tryin' to paint
rounds empty, back for the street fame
One love to my true thugs
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame (bust)
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street
up and talk to shorty right over there real quick)
Thoia thoia thoia thoing thoing (hey, yo ma, let me holla at you)
Shorty, I love how you drop
please, Poppa ain't soft
Dead up in the hood, ain't no love lost
Y'all know I'm from the West, I'm the king to be exact
You better holla at me when you
and Navigator keys?
(Yes in-fuckin'-deed)
A bank account with fifty G's?
(Yes in-fuckin'-deed)
Well tell your girl you gone holla, 'cause me and you we bout
I'm B.G
Now I'm plugged in got chronic by the OZ
Hot boy came up I think I'm B.G
Now I'm plugged in got chronic by the OZ
I was trapping out the hotel
my blood, enemies dey tag along
But all I see is our love and it's telling me to carry o
I want you by my side like a carry-on bag
Everywhere we go we
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