Lyrics:
men
So we ain't need dad we got money like him
No school clothes no child support
And next year I'll probably be
Up in a Robb Report
I'm important so is
wanna finish
They diminish, I replenish
Scientific, I'm out this world, ho
I wear bright red, like a girl toe
No homo, fingernails dirty
I've been
, fuck around and get ate up
Cut 'em up in 7 ways
Funeral carried by 6 in 5 days
You'll know I go for
Money when I sink my teeth in
Carter I I I beats
booth so I gotta let em
Spit sparkles on the screen
Red, green, little bit of yellow
Learnt it from the practice flow
How’d he go from cockroaches in
pink pills, what's up?
Section 8, VL, that's my partner 'dem
Pull up in a V12, you can't interfere
Space coupes, oops, I just made the world disappear
book
But we live by it, die by it, yu0027all look
Ya, we grew up, Red letters, red dirt
Church pewu0027d up
Every Sunday learninu0027 “do unto others
life stop watchin' that "Boyz N The Hood" shit
You see this red rag hangin' out of my jeans?
I went to twenty funerals by the age of ninteen
Then I
a Klusterfuk)
Love it when the fans buy my memories,
By a landslide my energy, (growin' up low enough, musta sucked)
Will kill a man why try mimic me,
Cause
Lite it up
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Shots leave your body looking
Like you're
whacked off the gate (whacked)
I mix purple codeine by the eight (codeine)
Wrap the scope, line him up like a tape (line him up)
Back to back,
every verse like a stanza
Cause im 22 right now I gotta get my bands up
For every beat I'm on, I keep a body bag
I'm in a red jumpsuit and dali mask
at night, she gone by the mornin' (gone)
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up (yeah)
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
12 get by me, nigga, I'll smash
Fuck 12, had to get them off me
Can't take no loss, gotta be cautious
They say it take patience to be the greatest
through city streets
New Jerusalem days mega nights
Wrap like a turban tight
Some are tall for those who want to spar
Meet up with the caravan
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
the East Side all grown up
Places I played in nigga all sewn up
I'm chasin' that dream 'till I'm at the Garden
On a thousand foot screen in red monkey
(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
Hopped out the plane Rolls Royce pulls up
Leanin’ on leather and I roll one up
It ain’t a real Lambo less the doors go up
By the time I pulled up
She
Up to di time, you know it's Kartel
And mi a tell yuh seh we a di war angel
Buss di haskell and bwoy blood
Run red like pastel (easily)
Up to di time
a little red dot for ya
[Rah Digga]
First and only female unmatched by anyone
Rip it from old school to the next millennium
[Chorus]
crazy, will get touched
Put the mace in your face
Bitch that's what's up
I'm dirty, but my diamonds clean
You're blinded by the way
That my diamonds gleam
in through the window
Pouring in
Pouring in
We flash red
Then back to black and white
Lights are on
12 am at night
Smoke in the backyard
I'll sing
red dot for ya
[Rah Digga]
First and only female unmatched by anyone
Rip it from old school to the next millennium
[Chorus]
Fabü
And I'm flying by
12 Bugattis gonna fill up the lot
Buy every one they got
And my mula everywhere
Generated from air
12 Bugattis gonna fill up
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