Lyrics:
(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
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Well nigga roll me a mic
And let me smoke it til' I'm high
If you ever seen me rock than you know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
died, but my pop raised me
The block made me tuck grips
And serve rocks daily
I started scammin’, had my
Bitches doin' drops, crazy
Listen, I got a vision
I'm outside, twenty-nine, G5, seaside
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
If I ever hurt one
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
outside, twenty-nine, G5, seaside
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
If I ever hurt one and I'm
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
the million dollar talent
And the ten cent brain,
Been gone too long, too much cocaine,
But now that I'm back, on the block
I'm ready to rock
Left
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
makes a dollar
I can't hear anybody holler
Five times twenty is one hundred
Everybody got to be hid
All eyes open, here I come
Woo!
Multiplying by
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome to the party"
Hey Grandmaster 5 that old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
and twenty-five cents a beer
They play rock and roll music like it hasn't been rocked for years
Well she's sexy and seventeen
My little rock-roll queen
Acts
on different angles
Like ten, five cent, ten cent, dollar
Ten, five cent, ten cent, dollar
Ten, five cent, ten cent, dollar
Let me see you pop it (pop it)
really alive
Grabs herself a partner. . .Mr five by five
Swings her from a tree like a happy baboon
Two steps back throws him over the moon
Don't knock
(Can’t you get this through your head?)
V30 Fanny
You are obstinate, intractable, your attitude reprehensible.
I am sick and tired of getting by with
I'm go always Rock out
I said I'm go always Rock out
Aye man Ima Rock out
Even if I'm by myself or with the gang that shit ain't gonna change nokap
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
a dollar ticket in and twenty-five cents a beer
They play rock and roll music like it hasn't been rocked for years
Well she's sexy and seventeen
My
year,
But the Early Mornin'
Stoned Pimp is here.
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if ya me yawn
Just drop that top
Come on...
Hey
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if you hear me yawn
(Then just drop that top) come on, girl
Hey, hey hey (Well, well, well, well)
Hey, hey
test the mics
I check 'em like sound, and like loose I'm down
Plus I done got better since Soul By the Pound, I maintain
"Maintain the rock
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