Lyrics:
something they never became
Through all the rain, I kept my flame
And I kept burning and its my turn and
Real nigga my hood confirm it
Now it's 6 2's
Bro ridin' 'round wit' a stolen stick
And, you already know that he make it hit
And, you know how it go, I send a hit
Police just blue lighted me,
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm
Who that in my eyes some Clampett eaten away by fungi
Another virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti
When half your army in
Through the tunnel of life
'Cause I'm that type of guy I'll be there
When you're ridin'
But I'll stay to myself
So if you see me out there
With a bear
Everybody say
Yeah, it's 50 Cent an' Lloyd Banks
An' Young Buck an' Joe, G Unit
Baby, I wanna rock 'n' roll, wit Joe to the come up
An' still
(riders)
Ridin through the city wit my eastside niggas (riders)
And you already know I’m wit the whole hood right now (right now)
Ridin down Mendenhall
I'm in the hood man
I'm in the hood all the time man fo' real son
I come back from a tour i come through
You kno'msayin'? I switch up
I've got mad
you ain't doin' shit
Walkin' round, talkin' loud, still ain't got into it yet
We be on that hood shit, you know how we do a bitch
Nigga walk up
ain't me
And I ain't always up to no good and know the crease
And we ain't always gotta pass through the hood without speaking (how you doing)
We ain't
bird on me
Nothin' to be specific
Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific
Money, money, money
Man that shit comin' in digit's
I got 50 cents on me
a little of this hay
Nigga, what you got to say?
Bizza ba-za-blahzay bizza ba-za-blahzay
We ridin' through your hood (Hood)
With the top down (Down) in
oh boy
So now I'm down Rosecrans in a Caravan
Passing Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump
I got enough to get me through the traffic jam
like it's legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get
It if we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
Big
Yo, yo, move out of the way
We got Missy Elliott coming through
Girl, that is Missy Elliott (yes), she lost a lot of weight
I heard she eat one
Many men hating on me feel like 50 Cent; can I live
Winners win said I couldn't, then I did again and again
I'm a winner I got through it; no excuses
good)
Bitch, I'm hood (ayy, ayy, ayy), hey
Everything Gucci (woo), everything Gucci (ah)
Everything Gucci (ah, ah), everything Gucci (Gucci)
Bitch,
Ain't gotta walk through TSA, I'm boardin' the jet with this loaf (money)
Deep inside, niggas hatin' but still dick ridin'
They know ain't no stoppin'
cross da map
Gotta bankroll, Ridin thru da hood wit da pistol in my lap
Jus a young trap nigga
Tryna be a rap nigga
I be sellin drugs, I be wit da thugs,
[50 Cent]
This is the Unit
The mighty mighty mighty Unit
This is how we do it
Ayy (ayy, ayy)
I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it
(intro)
Yo
Bay area
You are now rockin
With big von and 50 cent
Owwwwwwwwwwwwww
Yo
Southside
Roll something smoke somethin nigga uh yea
I fall off
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
the G.O.A.T., I'm a thug, I'm a star
Youngins tryna clear a crowd with the heat
When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
He was bangin' wrong 'til
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