Lloyd Banks Intro-
Uh...
G-Yeah...
I'm back...
Nigga...
Chorus-
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on jewels so i ride around with the Uz
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
My lifestyle too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
Verse-
Shorty got to shakin' and i'm waitin' to take her home
it's hot as hell in here and i'm bakin' up a Patrone
i know a couple different ways i can make 'um moan
and when i'm done with her, she'll wanna take a nigga to Rome
give me a hour i have her blowin' up my phone
like a stem to a stone she won't leave me alone
million dollar nigga i get it and show off
but Doja, give ma minute with your boss, i'll fold ya
New York fitted and gold cross in a Rover
holster, all over the shoulder
i'm the sickest thing spittin' in NY
your plane ain't the same, it's different when i fly
Southside player play around and get popped
twenty four hours steak out on your bitch block
don't get your views confused with Hip-Hop
'fore you wind up on the news, now watch the hit drop..
Chorus
Verse-
Yeah..
From what i hear niggaz don't like me
it's funny, they wanna be just like me
you bummy, it's jealousy more than likely
the money, they made a nigga all icey
four finger ring that boy doin' his thing
VVS Bling my chain long as a swing
boulevard king over known in Beijing
fully prepared for whatever the drama may bring
sixty-nine scraper with the up and down pumps
murder is forever don't fuck around once
bottle after bottle i down 'um till i'm drunk
if you ain't chipped in don't come round my blunt
grimey and gritty New York City's top gun
first nigga act up gets a hot one
BPV the bottom and top done
i get there, i gets it, i'm done, one..
Chorus
Verse-
Yeah..
I don't know about you but i'm doin' it for the Q (queens)
whip brand new size twenty-two shoe
use your money don't let your money use you
i got a cruise view, you know the usual
my life's beautful, my pockets full of bread
you get outta pocket i play soccer with your head
and that girl ain't your girl know the difference boy
pussy done killed more niggaz than a liquor store
i left somethin' on her when i seen her
and she was rubbin' it in, like Nakazeena
she will kill big niggaz, cute big hips
and she's pretty convincin', a video vixen
if you lookin' for a mack i fit the description
chicks see him take pictures and kiss him
back blockin' nigga i get it and i'm good
i'm hood, livin' life like you should..
Chorus
Outro-
Grew up in the Y... New York that is...
Y-Y-Ya know the name...
I handle my biz... kid...
Uh...
G-Yeah...
I'm back...
Nigga...
Chorus-
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on jewels so i ride around with the Uz
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
My lifestyle too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
Verse-
Shorty got to shakin' and i'm waitin' to take her home
it's hot as hell in here and i'm bakin' up a Patrone
i know a couple different ways i can make 'um moan
and when i'm done with her, she'll wanna take a nigga to Rome
give me a hour i have her blowin' up my phone
like a stem to a stone she won't leave me alone
million dollar nigga i get it and show off
but Doja, give ma minute with your boss, i'll fold ya
New York fitted and gold cross in a Rover
holster, all over the shoulder
i'm the sickest thing spittin' in NY
your plane ain't the same, it's different when i fly
Southside player play around and get popped
twenty four hours steak out on your bitch block
don't get your views confused with Hip-Hop
'fore you wind up on the news, now watch the hit drop..
Chorus
Verse-
Yeah..
From what i hear niggaz don't like me
it's funny, they wanna be just like me
you bummy, it's jealousy more than likely
the money, they made a nigga all icey
four finger ring that boy doin' his thing
VVS Bling my chain long as a swing
boulevard king over known in Beijing
fully prepared for whatever the drama may bring
sixty-nine scraper with the up and down pumps
murder is forever don't fuck around once
bottle after bottle i down 'um till i'm drunk
if you ain't chipped in don't come round my blunt
grimey and gritty New York City's top gun
first nigga act up gets a hot one
BPV the bottom and top done
i get there, i gets it, i'm done, one..
Chorus
Verse-
Yeah..
I don't know about you but i'm doin' it for the Q (queens)
whip brand new size twenty-two shoe
use your money don't let your money use you
i got a cruise view, you know the usual
my life's beautful, my pockets full of bread
you get outta pocket i play soccer with your head
and that girl ain't your girl know the difference boy
pussy done killed more niggaz than a liquor store
i left somethin' on her when i seen her
and she was rubbin' it in, like Nakazeena
she will kill big niggaz, cute big hips
and she's pretty convincin', a video vixen
if you lookin' for a mack i fit the description
chicks see him take pictures and kiss him
back blockin' nigga i get it and i'm good
i'm hood, livin' life like you should..
Chorus
Outro-
Grew up in the Y... New York that is...
Y-Y-Ya know the name...
I handle my biz... kid...