Lyrics:
Sample and Hold
Hair, blonde
Eyes, blue
Weight, 1-1-0
Disposition, even
Mood code, rotary adjustable
I need a unit to sample and hold
But
Louboutin's, prowlin' the concrete
Roller balls come alive just like Jumanji
You know where to find me
Greenhouse a circle of top whores
Mandarin,
the executive
He never leaves his home
Now, gorillas drag their victims
Hyenas try to sue (in a car jam)
Snakes find grass in concrete
There is no city zoo (in
You can give me
A pill to sleep
You can give me
Ten different kinds
But I lay down
Under sheets of concrete
And I can't get the weight of it
a concrete jungle
If I am alone
Make me a stranger
Lost in a concrete jungle (He-lay)
I'm an animal, animal
Hunting for an animal, animal
Hunting for
Some folks see the world as a stone
Concrete daubed in dull monotone
Your heart is the big box of paints
And others, the canvas we're dealt
Your
move the weight
I got the itis
I’m sick, I’m addicted to the gold
You take a hit of how this feel you want more
Sorta like what crack did to
Boogie
about the reggie
Fuck it now it's time to talk reckless
I don't give
I don't give a fuck about unit's
I don't give a fuck about unit's, or numbers
I wear my leather jacket like a great big hug
Radiating charm - a living cloak of luck
It's the only concrete link with an absent friend
It's
tell me, "Be humble", they think I'm flossin'
Shit, I probably am, I got this out the concrete
I stood in front of buildings, sold dope brown as coffee
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
50 Cent, nigga (Uh, huh) , Tony Yayo (yeah)
Whoo Kid (Is this what you want?)
Yeah, and you don't stop
I do a one-eight-seven
It's a Polarbear beat, suckas
I've been there, with my product of property
Visualize where it started, in
That raggedy apartment, seein'
Unit six
and seen it clear/
Couldnt take a step foward runnin in the past year/
Strong tollbooth game-got plenty quarters jansport holdin weight heavy load on my
the unit my nigga, take a look at my face
See if you test me they'll arrest me I'll be catching a case
New York is a concrete jungle, where niggas got
the concrete with my dirty limbs
Dragging along the dead weight of unresolved sin
I am inside the sewer system
Underneath the city
Pressing my ear to dank
to my knees
And sets new heights beyond my reach
Below the earth, below concrete
The whole world shackled to my feet
Then it falls away into
to lose
My shoes will explode, soon as you go to step in 'em (yeah)
You know how we do it, when we do, how we do it, when we come through
G-Unit, D12
the fagget
Lets get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a precher
So my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit game
Real nigga with flame
He show me cali
brother's keeper
We foot it to the park where the swoon units walk
And sit with the phoenicians digging on musicians
Hanging with the rebels sipping
grow up, maybe ... maybe you can live ...
Live on Kelvin ... yeah you can live in Kelvin...
On the promenade with the concrete walkways...
Where
Yeah, yeah
It's Tim-Unit ****, yeah
You know I like how I sound on that ****
****, your time is up, I ain't come to catch you
I knew you **** was
50, the streets gon' fuck with this one
You never seen nothin' like this
G-Unit be the gang, I wish a nigga would, boy
Fuckin' with these bad
A concrete cell is especially tough on a boy used to Montana sun
And the news that you're gone that the warden delivered
Makes me long for the weight
the weight of it all, place your faith carefully (place your faith carefully)
I will be, I will be your sturdy concrete love, if you ask me I will be forever
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