Lyrics:
mail man Malone with a pencil
- first class
Not the finished article this the first draft
Don't need practise - ask Allen iverson
Post season MVP
my homies they want do whatever I want do
I say I want eat they say shit we want eat to
Let's ride around find a nigga stunting on first street
With
the first mic)
Projectin' the voice with this mic that I'm cuffin'
You ain't my nucka, sucker I'm snuffin'
The word of the third stands true, so no
back
G-Unit in the stud' Dipset to, facts
I even got Ma$e and nine-five Puff on the track
Runnin' with the classic feel, nine-five max
Sneak diss, tweet
ain't in first place
I think you in my parking spot, that's the first place
Worse case scenario, I want some camel toe
And in a fruit fight, I'll bust
Kinda lookin' all classy
Psychological tendency, proto-call
Just lookin' at the article
Weed smell on my Prada clothes
Sometimes, I trip on myself
view the church
Say we want and peace we say we want unity
We need to move as a unit first (leave me alone)
I still believe in the church
But it's
Ghost Deini and shit, Trife Diesel on the side
Money Come First, Theodore Unit, aiyo, son blind these niggaz
Throw bleachin'
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, aiyo,
niggaz stop talkin about me
That's when I'm gon' WORRY about it
And if they do I'ma take the independent road
A hundred thousand units
wanksters and squealers
My first spit with the Tony Toca
D-Tweezy "Ride to Death" is our only slogan
Dreams of fuckin J-Lo, Hood is on the payroll
Lockland
Genabis
This is Genabis, Remember this
In the beginning I discovered wordplay
I experimented with some syllables from the first to the third day
security checked
Because this is the place they first film. Right outside this wall
Of course, The Teenagers would give almost anything to get inside here
[Chorus x2]
G'Z UP!, to every hood and every crew
You (you), supposed to have ya gun 'round you
N-I (and I), claim G-Unit till die
Got it down
American working class
Gone from first to last
Sold out to corporate greed
All the lies and deceit
The rich keep getting richer and the poor stay
everybody ate you
First tearing off your skin
There's no such thing as a happy banana
And there never has been
No happy bananas
No happy bananas
No happy
First time I saw someone's eyes light up I was surely smitten
I could be one of the chosen few, be on the front lines
I've got this little article that
(Don't sleep, Ay, yuh)
Ay, slow story, we do dirty work
Eyeshadow match the Hermes purse
Know I'm geeked, do the percy percs
Press it first, then
uncomfortably
Little man, little lady, cute little baby
Reach your hand out to the future of automated robotics
On display here for the first time in under a year
a never-ending fuckfest
We're quick to label one another in an attempt
To disable son and brother from becoming
Anything but father-mother since the first day
We
holocaust
None limbs are
Left aside
No one is to search
Pieces in coffin
Only green tongue
Begging to take
Amount of ray
Enough to die first
In death row
In
about enough)
Well, first of all, let's say you've dated a boy named Johnny a few times
(Well, first of all, let's say you've dated a boy named Johnny
but the cocaine seats all white, Doughboyz Cashout
I remember when I bought my first O (Pure white cocaine)
Bagged it up with my side ho (Pure white
One nasty unit of murderers, all type of Goons'll watch
Then four minutes later they burgulars
I heard from the grapevine mine made it
Elevate the name
everything, if it's worth knowing at all
It is written, who cares if it's true or false
And if I thought my trials were notable, and I wouldn't be the first
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