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
a lot of dead weight
Bad bitch tip-toein' on the marble floor
Bad bitch tip-toein' on the marble floor
Bad bitch tip-toein' on the marble floor
Got a bad
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
When you're used to the weight of the world
Let it go
Drink in the sunshine
cnd spread your vines
Marble queen
Set me free
Heart of green
Growing
ransom
Now, the workplace- has been downsized & demoralized
Values that were once chiseled in marble
Have crumbled in our hands
The family unit itself- has
call, dawn breaks the night sky
Eyes lined by warpaint for bright lights
Night-night, my eyelids are lead weights
Fried as the minds of live kids with
self
Ay yo, here comes the Master Don, here to renovate
My style hits ya like marble weights so pass the dinner plate
But pass up the swine like
conspiracy
In the marble halls of the charm school
How flair is punished
Under marble millichip, the f.a. broods
On how flair can be punished
Their
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
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
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
Going stupid
Cooling under stars bumping music
Really been the one and I really thought you knew this we a unit
33 Team the one who do it
Talking
H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday yall got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
Im talkin shit they didn't like
Ridin marble
shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes
through lies
Blood paints a picture on your wall
In patterns of a marble hall
Blood paints a picture on your wall
In patterns of a marble hall
Wishing all
freefall if you
Tryna feed off protection, nigga
Yeah, yeah
My niggas get cautious for all shit
I put on my hood like a fit
Guess how many marbles this jar
float like a marble
The evidence of broken beds
And weight that's placed on words that I have thrown
I can't string them together right
You won't look
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
a preacher so my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit' game real nigga with flame
He show me Cali love and I ain't in no game
Every nigga that role wit' me
the weight, fifty just put it on my shoulders
G-Unit is the gang, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier
They thought it was over, he let me out the cage (hey!)
So now
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
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
important
Nigga straight kilt Zay beats, they gon give my nigga a warrant
Baby I'ma G like Warren, marble on all my floorin'
Nigga can't sleep on this, we
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