me Knowin they ain't bout to step cross Martin Luther King All these other initials besides U.P.T, and H.B. -- Don't mean nothin to the B.G I'm ready
it The head buster, Apple and Eagle, B.G., still a sinner I got his body stank behind the Carrollton shoppin center [Juvenile] Baby, gimme the keys, gimme the G
: [Intro (Mannie Fresh + B.G.)] [M.F.] Wuz up? [B.G.] Wuz happenin' (Wuz happenin') B.G. 'bout to run it [M.F.] B.Geezy in here [B.G.] Ya
and my rope nigga [Chorus] [Talking: B.G.] I want a mil ticket (gettin wicked), mil ticket On the real, V.L., my nigga Big Moe, 2-2-3 L.T., Adam, G
: B.G. [talking] Wassup Ahh.... Wassup Verse 1 Hard times got a nigga in all black I'm gonna jack for that silver pack where it's at I need a hit nigga
Tell Me Now Can You Roll Wit A Boss B*Tch Keep That Thang Standing Tall For A Boss B*Tch Game Mean, Keep It Clean For A Boss B*Tch Grab A Pen And Paper
bring your big bad ass to California, cause we ain't hard to find [Chorus] [Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit] I got my locs on hard hat goin to war Breakin
never be a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you. [Dramacydal] Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin greenery Considered a B.G., but I'm
fatten our pockets Us niggaz hustle for the cash so it's hard to knok it Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin Worldwide through the hard times
cause I strike for this try to take my gat and then my nine gonna speak cause you should know I served time and it's going to paid-me but the old G's
pugilist speeches(?) So I'm gon sell like the box office features Niggas in the hood can't see G-UNIT! but deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT! cause we got them three b
that money man (Lets get that money man) [50 Cent:] G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP G Unit UTP G Unit UTP G Unit UTP
look like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time
Team Movin Pies My Team Move And Rise Clutchin On 45s Fuck With Us Its Suicide Cuz U Get Crucified Green Got Us Flyin G-Fulls Commercial Time We
back Knee cut, rack, toes showin, Po' Holdin my eyes swollen Cause I stare so hard, with no regard Girl make that change, Shake that thang mama! [Andre: Hook] B-O-O-G
We got the sauce, baby, we got the juice! We keep 'em in a frenzy fiendin' for more! On the ThugLine with F.B.G., 7th Sign, and Mo' Thug once again we
in the hood all them watts in the bronx where they cater all around the devil block, trouble not, im ready for em, niggas they know im ready for them, im the hardest
time on my mind I can't go back, fuck that [Chorus - 2x] [Krayzie Bone] I came up a nigga that never had nothing but hard times I was always grinding