G-unit - Follow Me Gangster lyrics

Yeah, Sha, you're ready, drop that, Ferrari F50 style baby I'm a show them how I do it, G Unit [Verse One] I keep hearing n******gs' is happy, the D's come, n******gs' with guns When I'm out on bail, riding with some new ones Big got hit in that pa**enger seat Pac got hit in that pa**enger seat Now I'm riding around in that pa**enger seat Come near the whip, I'm blasting my heat It don't take long for my juvenile delinquent thinking to sink in The consequences mean nothing, those semi auto's is busting Crack selling, predicate villain, spit big words, but I can't spell them That'll keep your punk a** from telling That I got that nine and that four four, the H2 on double four's Bulletproof windows and doors, gangster, how about yours 'Southside' tatted on my back My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped Now all I got is two three eighties' and a nine n***a, you can knock and tell the cops, but you're dying [Hook] [x2] You're thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip, n***a, you b**h, follow me [Verse Two] I used to chill in the hood to support the fiends But, now I'm eating caviare instead of pork and beans I'm in the money green seven forty-five with seven shots in the four five Y'all n******gs' want to die I've got a love affair with violence and guns So this is for them gangsters', represent where you're from When I got older, my heart turned colder That's why the Mac react like a King Cobra Now I'm jumping out of Rovers in Gucci loafers Y'all n******gs' want to stun, I'll bury you co*kroaches Give me one year, in this industry I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country [Hook] [x2] You're thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip, n***a, you b**h, follow me [Verse Three] Still walk around with the hammer boss, rope, and a cross Hard times will make a little n***a hate Santa Claus Your mountains is high, holding in Diana Ross I'm like a two thousand and three banana Porsche I don't got to hide s*uts to get your ties cut They on my dick because I make groupies set off a fire truck My team in the cut, packing middle things I've got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings It's eight cla** karats in the border I poke holes in plastic to avoid a vaginal disorder I'm a savage on your daughter, she ain't in the college dorm Then I guess I'm squirting on the cabin that you bought her I'm a heavy weed smoker so the average is a quarter Brown coloured from sh** he established in the water You got Banks on your jersey, you're part of my fanbase Just because you pour syrup on sh**, don't make it pancakes [Hook] [x2] You're thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water, ouch, twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip, n***a, you b**h, follow Me