Lyrics:
And I Pop My Shit
Young Buck:
But I Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
These Niggas Want
Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Young Buck:]
Mr. Palmer is concerned with the thousand dollar question
Just like Roger he's a crazy little kid
I've got the time if you've got the inclination
I'm telling them open the door before I begin to kick it in
Y'all too concerned about who likes you & worried about fitting in
I'm a Savage in
Now As The World Turns, I Let My Bud Burn
Police Writin' Down My Tags, Like I'm Con'cerned
I Graduated From The Nickels And Dimes
You Need
to leave my city, just like Fifty
With my Unit, I'm a die a fucking G, usezo gcwala, aye
Die for the kids, shwela bana
Die for the kids, shwela bana
Die for
Nowadays everybody wanna act strange
More concerned with a fashionable brand name
I'm too hip-hop, I'm just too rock
What do you do when
some beef then dispute it
I spit this shit like it's mucus then duces
Set goals then persue it
Can't copy my movements
My team we move as a unit
Don't do
bitch, if she smiles, she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talkin' 'bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'ma tell you what
bitch, if she smiles, she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talkin' 'bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'ma tell you what
G-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit with me, 50
All we do is stunt and blow the paper
The paper
The balling make a hater wanna hate us
The haters
Can't take it when they see the money
the bearers of the torch
And we light it all
See, you were not concerned
Nor was I
But you should've been
Why I'm not concerned
It's yo life
And you could've
a movie
And this moment feel like 50, nothing but G's all in my unit
We built this from the roots, smell like trees all in my room
Fire cooking kush in
to strangle himself for being stupid
Brick-a-back novelty
Spliced with that sixth pack odyssey
Godspeed Tequilla worm future, be concerned
My feelings spread
the opulence
But I also know its ratio to bad don't feed my confidence
The nutrients will be intense circle
The clues units of success being personal
Then sucked
the mother fucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas
Myself that home wasn't real
That it was a figment of my imagination –
That I was going to die there
Because as far as I was
Concerned, I was like, "What
Zero and Automator
Yo, it's three thousand thirty
I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero and Automator
It's an eternal evil concerned with thievery
the things I buy
I'm so high, I'm on point
And I could tell that your jealous just by the look in your eye
And when I ride by
I don't care, G-Unit's going
as the world turns, I let my bud burn
Police writin' down my tags, like I'm concerned
I graduated from the nickels and dimes
You need the F.e.d.'s bitch,
seen misery, I've seen disgust dust ridden ruins
Iron clad oracle test three COM unit disperse silently
Over confidence leads to irony
Plot twist full
Avoiding those looking to evaluate my value by the worth of my brackets
More concerned with this navigational transitional period within me
I'm 30 now
How
of
By people
Or humans
Concerned by
Everything
Eye'm doing
Still fluently
Pursuing
Units of light in the sky
Laughin cause its humorous
Doin shit
Clueless
to meet Deltron Zero, and Automator
Yo it's three thousand thirty
I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, and Automator
Isn't eternal evil concerned with
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