G-unit - Kilmer lyrics

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods] Somebody tell these n***as we get money too We out here ballin' my n***a there ain't that much to do Ya, we gettin' paper and my diamonds clear I slammed the door on that old school and then I slap the gear Uh, and all this paper's mine and you know that Them 22's I chrome that Them [?] on and that's throwback I had a nine five back in 95 And that's Taylor Gang so I would be trying You n***as know me that's or die You n***as know me that's or die, TGOD [Hook: Chevy Woods X2] We gettin' to this money what the f** you think Just some young n***as tryna break the bank [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] [?] we celebrating Here to talk but he hella paid We don't care if it escalates Some sh** just gon' never change Ya'll gon' need better shades Louis Vutton out the everglades Do it wrong I ain't got no choice New shoes and my Bentley [?] Bad hoes on dick these days I'm the bomb on [?] Diamonds on my everything Firearms and deadly strays Blow jobs on [?] [?] gold Chanel It start at ten then go to twelve We drunk as hell we smokin' L's [Hook] [Verse 3: Chevy Woods] In the morning, like Alonzo If it's bout' bread I got convoke Four floors that's a condo I be on point, that's Rondo I got a lot of sh** on my mind That's got to do with this money No I ain't droppin' a dime and you rich n***as don't get it from me Old friends callin' my phone and I don't know how they got my number Same n***as I used to get it with same n***as they still runners I don't knock it I just tell them take a break They just tryna make that white girl blow up, Ricki Lake [Hook] [Outro] Sledge told me k** em' I put the red dot on them n***as head like an Indian, f** is wrong with you, uh And we sippin' red cups, my n***as get drunk and they still f** you up My n***a it's gang sh** my n***a, know what I'm sayin'? Me and my n***as keep it on the left side Bang that, what, 4,800 what's good?