[Verse 1: A.G.] You know we got it sewn for now Cause I throws it down Plus I'm frozen down with a golden sound Where that lye at? I blow blunts backwards
But there's a pussy in your face and they can suck and dick Ridin' and slidin' with all that workin' and twerkin' You can't be no "G", cuz a "G" not down
: Fa sho I got my gat so you know what that means It's a bust back thang, I ain't goin' out like a hoe When you comin' to get me I got the four four
for a hundred and fifty G's (Why nigga?) Orderin' for 20 kees (Street value?) Two hundred and fifty G's (And what's yo profit?) A lick for a hundred G
me and you, if you 'bout it Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl You need a thug that can handle
where you at? Where my real thugs? Where you at? (Huhuhu) The cases of a drug dealer Real thugs, where you at? Yo a motherfucking army Do it to
I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight It's on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all
hoes, tax, blast Ma gimme the bun, neck, ass Henny and haze make the sex last Pimps, hustlas, hoes, g's Bikes, cars, trolleys Ma you know me O-G Show
I'm a grimey nigga; I say some slippery shit. You's a dirty nigga with sifilis in your dick! I catch you I'm a wash you up, line you spit shine you Leave
pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit
seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down (50 Cent) In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna
this (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) [Verse 2] Everyday is bugged, niggas'll come to a club To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing
: [50] Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah) I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah) G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT! I keep hearin'
Better, Get Get G-Get Get Down! Get Get G-Get Get Down! I Pull Out You Better, Get Down! I Let Off You Better, Get Down! Get Get G-Get Get Down! Get
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P [50 Cent] its G-unit and the D.P.G
under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence
a nigga tell you play the bar hard trust in god it cause you're about to catch a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from who you be with keep this a
my style, let me show you how I go wild. Now you playin' with a fully-grown man, with a fully-blown plan, with a fully-loaded clip. I'm a go up in your
