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and kickin' in doors then on my behalf and 17 old But ya see shorty, My mom was a G She made it real easy for my sista and me She did what she had to do,
du bist kein G Hör doch mal, Junge, Screwaholic fickt den Beat Kaum zu glauben, Vendetta mit Cem Und vor dir steht jetzt sowas wie der
the wood I'm a G about mine so nigga what about you Get your mind off my money before my gun's on you I don't have to play games therefore I don't make
Dirty south dirty south gon' bounced wit it East coast gon' bounced wit it West coast gon' bouced wit it G-Unit Radio Let's Go! Two bricks and some
beef with my peeps then let the pistols blow I'm lay back for now and let Sisqo flow Repeat 1 (2x) [Sisqo] Uh, 2G, Sisqo nigga what? Uh-huh, yo I
a Cadillac I never slip, I never fall, A lot of hoes give me they numbers but I never call A real O.G. look at V.I.P. and see a nigga ball Then after we
ain't no Grinders You fools just went to school and learned to use Pro Tools? And tried to cop you a G, lose, on the ten o'clock news You can't survive in
respect my G! Or they gon say they name after R.I.P How dare you pussy niggaz' tissue slugs bout me 'Cause then I'm a get to show ya how thug I be! And I
a Cadillac I never slip, I never fall, A lot of hoes give me they numbers but I never call A real O.G. look at V.I.P. and see a nigga ball Then after we
on my navel, I was G from the cradle, I don't snort, 'cause they say that bitch 'Caine killed Abel. I'm not sure you understand it, but I must express it,
spent the whole time killing themselves They should have been climbing up the kissing tree Dream that we, that's you and me Are K I S S I N G You and me
quarter sacks Damn cuz I can't believe my kinfolk gave me that Had a nigga lookin G'd up With the scarf on my head, stealin sheets on my bed I seen
breathe Murder on my enemies, I'm the reason they families grieve Please O.G. gorilla, original girl gone on 'Fore I beat your bitch ass, without ever
am not You're f*c*i*g second choice No, I am not Turning down my voice Until you understand There's nothing to command Until you realize That we
talkin', so wutchu wanna do?! (Do!) Got click full of killas, nigga you can git it too!! (Too!) [Verse 2] Tha word on tha streets is Some G-Unit niggas,
[Intro] It's tha Re-mix Young Buck! G-Uniit South! Ha ha! Aye yo, it's like I got a spot out in L.A. I got a spot in New York And I just got a spot
am not You're f*c*i*g second choice No, I am not Turning down my voice Until you understand There's nothing to command Until you realize That we
[Young Buck] You know what it is, G-UNIT.. [All Star] Yea yea yea I'm the prince of the ville.. lyrics wise, I'm the best man, y'all allready no. So
(YESSS) Them Saratoga O.G.'s (YESSS) Sip Cognac, blow trees (YESSS) And the forte' (ITS) B.K. (BITCH) all day [Billy Danze]: And we do it our way
Pimping hoes and getting do', is how it's suppose to be Be rolling slow and blowing dro, with a heater close to me But still focused G, cause life ain't
Young Slim T, H-you to the G Bout to get this shit jumping, like it's 'pose to be I keep the dro close to me, stays in the party mode And get thoed,
I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh B I N G O oh You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh Dun dun dun dun
the world (Uh huh, fo? sho) (Where my folk gonna stay strong) Out in the world (Niggas move on) 2 G, Y2K bug is gone Put my gas mask back 'coz them lights
to be, an American What about my Negro people, look how they stare at them With evil eyes, they hang a brother daily G The Judicial system, is our
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