You guys got phat while i starve man,
from now on nutin goes down without me,
from G-unit snickers, films nothing....
Verse 1. You dont want no drama,
we run up on your mama,
we co*k backthe liama,
now thats beef n***a.
You dont want it started,
so dont get it started,
coz my gurillaz is insane and retard.
Yo i'm fresh out the joint sayin f** my C.O,
now i'm in the town sayin f** my P.O,
back in the street pushin kilos,
in that new bm with suicide doors.
Holdin 44 pimpin them hoes,
you know in a while homie anything goes.
My wrist holds gold,
baby got clothes,
bullets make your brain look like spagetti-o's.
Doin my foes trippen 24's,
and all my clients tales up in front of the stores.
I got, soldier on core like G.I joes,
and if you get hit nobody knows.
Jacob got me froze, neck all cold,
so i need a scarf when its time to roll.
Its Tony Yayo and i'm down to blow,
my garage got 6 6 double o's.
Chorus: X2
On the side come around i'm gone homie,
got the mac's and the cheque's and the pounds homie,
G-unit is the best thats around homie,
thats why we run your town homie,