Uh, I'm doin' my thang, G-Unit's my gang Ma, I gotta get mine, all the day all the time N****, you know how we roll, twenty three's twenty four's I'm holdin' my ground in case somethin' goes down Uh, yeah don't fall for a big butt and a smile They set ya up you f*** around have to buck in the crowd Around my way, ain't sunshine ev'ryday N****s'll cross ya, you should hear the slang they say In a land of attitudes **'s and accidents Where n****s split blunts eight ways and pack the b**** Mama spit me out with a spindle and I been mackin' since And I'm stubborn, so I don't lean back and flinch You're perpetratin', embarrasin' the crooks Plus your frontin' they only seen Paris in the books Whenever you leave the bricks watch the n****s you roll with Before you know it n****s be shootin' up yo' s*** The clubs a fashion show, so n****s go get And rev up all the broke n****s rockin' they old s*** Before the night is done they be another murder So put your money to the side for another burner Stranger, don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that I feel like it's targets all over my back Because of these broads that's layin' over my lap A n**** that young ain't 'sposed to live like that I just saw the dealer and I'm goin' right back Stashin' my g*** 'cause I know they might rat I'm doin my thang, G-Unit's my gang Uh, I'm frontin' in my G62's the yellow and royal blues I'm better than all you dudes hot metal for all you fools The one that n****s admire many study all my moves And I'm focused 'cause I'm a end up bloody if I snoozeYou a sucker for love or maybe I'm a bit different If you ask me, is your baby mama's a pigeon? I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon And I'm out poppin' Cris b**** I'll show you how I'm livin' I keep havin' them dreams 'bout n****s gettin' the drop on me Lettin' them things fly up and down the block for me True fear n****s don't feel ya they triflin' But I adapt 'cause I used to think just like 'em As soon as I hit the top I noticed the sudden change It's probably the Maserati Ferrari, yeah the RangeThis is South side street talk the hood slang And my product, a open your nose like good CaineStranger, don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that I feel like it's targets all over my back Because of these broads that's layin' over my lap A n**** that young ain't 'sposed to live like that I just saw the dealer and I'm goin' right back Stashin' my g*** 'cause I know they might rat I'm doin' my thang, G-Unit's my gang
Uh, I'm doin' my thang, G-Unit's my gang Ma, I gotta get mine, all the day all the time N****, you know how we roll, twenty three's twenty four's I'm holdin' my ground in case somethin' goes down Uh, yeah don't fall for a big butt and a smile They set ya up you f*** around have to buck in the crowd Around my way, ain't sunshine ev'ryday N****s'll cross ya, you should hear the slang they say In a land of attitudes **'s and accidents Where n****s split blunts eight ways and pack the b**** Mama spit me out with a spindle and I been mackin' since And I'm stubborn, so I don't lean back and flinch You're perpetratin', embarrasin' the crooks Plus your frontin' they only seen Paris in the books Whenever you leave the bricks watch the n****s you roll with Before you know it n****s be shootin' up yo' s*** The clubs a fashion show, so n****s go get And rev up all the broke n****s rockin' they old s*** Before the night is done they be another murder So put your money to the side for another burner Stranger, don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that I feel like it's targets all over my back Because of these broads that's layin' over my lap A n**** that young ain't 'sposed to live like that I just saw the dealer and I'm goin' right back Stashin' my g*** 'cause I know they might rat I'm doin my thang, G-Unit's my gang Uh, I'm frontin' in my G62's the yellow and royal blues I'm better than all you dudes hot metal for all you fools The one that n****s admire many study all my moves And I'm focused 'cause I'm a end up bloody if I snoozeYou a sucker for love or maybe I'm a bit different If you ask me, is your baby mama's a pigeon? I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon And I'm out poppin' Cris b**** I'll show you how I'm livin' I keep havin' them dreams 'bout n****s gettin' the drop on me Lettin' them things fly up and down the block for me True fear n****s don't feel ya they triflin' But I adapt 'cause I used to think just like 'em As soon as I hit the top I noticed the sudden change It's probably the Maserati Ferrari, yeah the RangeThis is South side street talk the hood slang And my product, a open your nose like good CaineStranger, don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that I feel like it's targets all over my back Because of these broads that's layin' over my lap A n**** that young ain't 'sposed to live like that I just saw the dealer and I'm goin' right back Stashin' my g*** 'cause I know they might rat I'm doin' my thang, G-Unit's my gang
