歌手:G-Unit
专辑:《God\'s Plan》

50 CENT: G
G G G G-Unit. 50
Cent ******
Tony Yayo (yeah) (Drop That ************t)
Yeah and it don’t stop,
I do a 187 on yo’ mother****** block
Yeah and it don’t quit,
It’s G-Unit in yo’ mother******’ ass ************
Yeah and it don’t stop,
I do a 187 on yo’ mother****** block
Yeah and it don’t quit,
It’s G-Unit in yo’ mother******’ ass ************
TONY YAYO:
They say good things will happen to those who wait
Shorty stuck in the game still slingin’ weight
None of that’s yo’ life that ten in the brown
For XL six or seven fo’ pound
Suede seats is hot but
Italian leather is better
And with camera’s in the mirror ****** cars costs cheddar
I’m on first class flights with flying cooks
Cuz my verse sound nice when they flyin’ hooks
Now im blowin’ ******-o in
Beverly Hills
Some bad free hoes in the
Montreal Next year it’s the new
Hummer Stash box with the llama drive through in the blue data bomba
Heaven or
Hell will prevail when
I’m a goner
Cuz I Eat up tracks
Like Hannibal and
Dahma I’m the first one out, and last one on the corner
This life is a hustle any day you be a goner
P************ Ruger with the silence off
Little clipper sellin’ spit****** goin’ through straws
We got plenty of rap sheets but not on sale
We even got dillingers that hold shotgun shells
These rappers is talkin’ ‘bout bricks in they rhymes
You never did ************t but some
Mickey Mouse crimes
I don’t respect it my work is never watered down
So on the first
I get more checks than
Nike town
Swingin’ 31
Money’s I been on the block
Since ******’s did the snake runnin’ man in the walk
When I was 15
I didn’t want no workin papers
I worked the strip all night, servin’ niggers
Listen ******,
We live like
Italians in jail
I got CO’s bringin’ cell phones to my cell
Get rich in the game, ******s out to get you
Fill you ass up with led turn yo’ ass to a pencil
I jumped out with the
Ruger rapid fire
I had you on the run like
Omar on the wire
I’m the only rapper you know that stay on the run
I’m the only rapper you know that stay with a gun
I’m a hustla’
OG’s love to hate
Cuz I got old school money put away in a safe
You can catch me in the hood where that **** and coke at
Or you can catch me in cali in the
Hollywood throwback
I’m a bail jumper, you know them fish scale pumper
****** judge wong he gon’ catch me on the corner
****** make poor attacks, homie ya owe me
You wanna rap we can battle for yo’ see through rollie
I begin in a mansion stripin’ the models
The bathroom’s so far you gotta piss in a bottle
There’s too many
Indians and not enough chiefs
Why you buy all the gun’s if you ain’t got enough beef
The ************t I spit will cause an all out riot
In my new 4 fifth will cause a hollow tip die
Im the type to tie up your lady, gun butt your baby
Im like the mob ****** ****** you pay me
Im’a hide my assets, and disappear
Make a quick 20 mil and vanish in thin air
I’ve finished my work now its time to cop
And meet that
Chinese lady at the baggage spot
I Need 12 12’s
And 58 58’s
Cuz I got 8 sales
And they all gon’ wait mother******a 50
CENT: Yeah and it don’t stop,
I do a 187 on yo’ mother****** block
Yeah and it don’t quit,
It’s G-Unit in yo’ mother******’ ass ************
Yeah and it don’t stop,
I do a 187 on yo’ mother****** block
Yeah and it don’t quit,
It’s G-Unit in yo’ mother******’ ass ************