Texty:
G Unit T O S

down with the mack in the pound I'm with G-Unit, c-unit Nigga you?re not ballin? on a G2 jet Everything you wanna ever do you need D O-P-E, on a fucking CD, it?s

(CHours) lil mama so hood......i fucked yo girl lil mama so fly.......i fucked yo girl man tha pussy was good..i fucked yo girl man i aint gone lie.....

bully It's cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies, uh I gets 'em out, my tricks playin? spades I swim in dime pussy, piss Rose Unit rider, my clique don't

free, I'm hittin? that I don't pay for kitten, are ya kiddin?? Well, it's the kid A.K.A., in and out your sister's crib Mr. So Fly, I O.D. the stores

New York City!!!!) Oh looooord!!! [Verse 1: Young Buck] (?) (*Young Buck's adlibs) I'm back, still got my Mac and my switchblade No love to them niggas actin bitch made (*Fuck 'em) It's

s yaha i doubt that i put the barral on i put the barrel in your fith ya mouth jack whoooo kidddddddddd dammn parcah gunit radio gunit staturdays go cop t.o.s

up at your bougie event give your body harm Slide you all over the stage like Omarion Don't need a party, calm on the Pepsi and Bacardi bomb Bail ain't

don't want a lead shower, stay the fuck out the rain There's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim You don't get a warnin?, there's no heads up when it

me 50's cash child or call me Young B! I ain't a politition I'm a walking ambition, If it don't make sense I won't listen, I won't stiffin, Shit if