Texty:
U God You Don T Want To Dance

U-God] You don't have a chance, you don't want to dance My gun goes blam, you don't want to dance with a gangsta You don't understand, niggaz ain't playin

U-God] You don't have a chance, you don't want to dance My gun goes blam, you don't want to dance with a gangsta You don't understand, niggaz ain't playin

in the sky Nigga, don't ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June Any nigga want drama I kick up

like to thank you You are the 77th caller You know you just won a pair of Theodore drawers and all that How do you feel about that? (Oh my God, that is

ca?ih money didn't want'cha, Imitatin' u.n.l.v., I wonder which one of you muthafuckas wanted to be like me, The capital t, e, c, from the mighty one,

elections On our champagne campaign livin' up dresses On the dance flo' the Hennessee it flow When you fuck with G-Unit then you gon' fuckin' blow When you

darkman] Bear witness to the god, young thugs don't live long Life is a game of chess ( you play the pawn), knowledge I born Walk a righteous path, you

you You're holdin' hammers and nails and We have you where the dogz couldn't smell you If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow It's murda motherfucker, we don't

soul. Feels like nothing ever did. Kills like nothing ever could. Dark and jaded world I hated, Everything I left behind. I don't need you, and I don't want you