: [50 Cent and DJ Whoo Kid talking] [Hook] (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my
dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house And it ain't made
smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass faster than a fat bitch who sat down
get slapped with the metal Big fat rats get fried like porkchops for snitching Get your ass hung like a wall clock It's Tone Stark, Billy the Kid when
will have my child, will I be a good parent, or will I be cold, then I imagine I'm five years old, I'm running down the street without a care in the
your side, trying to ride Such a good life, good life You thought it was a fad, you really can't understand rap How these young playas come up and live fat
Doughboy and Wack 10 I suggest you stay tuned muthafuckas [B-Real's verse] It takes two of you faggets to get with one of me Now I'm running up in you
I suggest you stay tuned muthafuckas [B-Real's verse] It takes two of you faggets to get with one of me Now I'm running up in you hoes With "No Vaseline
He say, she say, brothers be yapping Running they mouths and don't even know what happened Just for conversation you run your lip And now my man got problems
Kinks, be in the head, cause I leave the curls to Jheri Got mad souls out the ass with shit, fat like William Perry A poor black kid with rhythm, a eye
(Feat. Fat Joe) [intro : Fat Joe] Ooooh oh, cruise mania, eh-eh i take em up town, take em up town B-x-t-s, Tony Sunshine ,uh, we goin in, uh-uh
pull G's Well I ah, impress the bad, suggest the rad Who be less when they 'fess, against the test And I insist that this, with a flick of the wrist Will be kid
high school shit Running through the fucking hall ripping open niggas lockers Seeing if they stole my rhymes Yo kid I'm giving niggas one more chance - one more time to enhance Yo kid
time I think my eyes are deceiving me Fat boy that boy o'er there keep there hands in the air You can do me like a new kid (new kid) Rocket till it's
ya bound to lose Breakin' news, this just in Have heart, have money, have when, 'cause ya never know when Ya gotta fight to the death, you can't be running
Cats get served, running up sliced Every single night and that the way we keep it right Like that fuckers... (YEAH) Im just trickin though, Certified
and he strums a few notes He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (Ha, ha) Puts an album out and rules for part of the year Then Kid Rock and
