G-unit - Freestyle lyrics

Tony touch Iraq Iraq 50 M-C's A little bit a thugs is all it takes To make this industry just brake A little bit a thugs is all it takes To make this industry just brake What what what poison arrows Swords and lords yo but really My Mac Milly spray n***as lay n***as Yo the cognac make you feel unbeatable Yo especially when that a** drunk too much I call up tony touch tony touch bring the next dutch Yo I'm all f**ed up bent and can't think While you both stink, don't even care that you sink Yo impulsive, exclusive, high explosive Can't even get with, sh** I dealt wit I'm on some other sh**, my main script describe the foulness Panama can*lness, what, yo, I, don't even talk so I'm far from the loudest Kid, n***a, can't touch this, rush this, yo what Yo, switch the beat, now, bless it What, I'm bout to f** sh** up, what f** it up f** it up f** it up f** it up f** it up f** it up, what what!? We on the lines like the internet Many will come but few was chosen Against my set, there ain't a n***a yet Smoke so much n***as say I need nicorette You say boogie, but you used to say cigarette Now I know, a new religion, a new beginning I own women, three-fourths rock and linen This middle east sh**, father beat sh** Release this, the only place in the world, that pull out cracks pieces We rock camels, split that a** in text Yo we bag b**hes after we f** em and say thanks Yo thanks for havin' me, next week your straight grabbin' me Swearin' they homeless, sayin' that the havin' me I don't, want to crawl at all You want to be a thug, you used to play ball Runs the play for Seton Hall Now, outta the blue, you got thug in you too Yo I knew you, your size shoe was due in voodoo Always, smell like sh**, used to call you doo-doo Never came outside, in the crib you hide Scared to d**h While we played manhunt, to our last breath I never chose this life, it chose me What, l-f-c, heavy amount with j**elry Crime syndicate, n***a livin' this Never mention miss ? Smoke rain bodies, you had to saw before, before Yo, you on my dick, I had the lime green on With the string on, with fatigue on Fresh avirex's, co*kpit, now from the outlet Jose Luis emperor, two shots I blow ta Dillinger No real kings like john Dillinger, the politic What, I'm on some ides in the militant You either with me or against me That in between sh** make the money stop too intensely So what the deal is, the generals what the deal is What the deal is, the devilish thought you can't k** this What n***as, Iraq, realize that