come on now (Baby, come on now) Well, come on now Well, it's getting late and we better go (It's getting late and we better go) Come on now Come on
rules got a K cooked blues fore these fools slinging coke by the ton, weed by the pound her-on by the bundle, ship it on greyhounds traveling through uptown with dumbness on
Big up to my man Ice-T! (Big up..) +Cop Killer+ and all that, congrats on the new label kid Blow up, blow up! Yo, I'd like to give a big shout out to
calling, calling) (He's calling, calling, calling) (He's calling, calling, calling) (He's calling) Come sit down here beside me honey Let's have a little heart to heart Now
Bucktown Throw down, some clowns wanna be like us Hold pounds, smoke pounds, go round, showdowns Smif-n-Wessun 'bout to blow now Explode now, get dough, rip shows now Hit hoes now
hot Run up on me get Shot In the street like a dog I'm a beast,*boss*, gangster, goon Grab my knife, my gun, my vest It's on, Lay a nigger on his lawn
9 figures real niggas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas Must see my enemies defeated i'm cashin' while they coughed up and weeded open fire now
Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever and several
lick your lips, shake your hips. Goddamn, I love that shit. Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now. I got a room and a hard on. Still down? Met ya standin
touched your chick and the click you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a playa but I bust your wife We bust on Bad
on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug
on 'em! - Then they ride on 'em! Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em! Head shot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him They say ain't not a jooks,
smarts, Sh-t you can't get in college, She's a reflection of me, So you know she the sh-t, If I'm a star she a star, if I'm rich she rich, That's my dog
me back? Your body is callin' me Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack Why you gonna make me fall in love? Now why you wanna go and do that? Now If I give
to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood (Chorus) G-Unit, are you ready G-Unit, are you ready G-Unit, are you ready Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come
and raw I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gats Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it Shine don't scheme on it, I make your
I Ment I Ain't Hit In Awhile Wen I Say Can I Come Over I Ment Can I COme Knock U Down Wen I Said Just Kiss It I Ment Come On Just Suck Me Off I Said
ugly nigga (what y'all gonna do now?) I'm the wrong one to provoke And rattin on niggaz is only gon' leave you smoke So the only thing left now is toast
