Soundtracks - I Don't Know Officier (g Unit) lyrics

[Intro] It's 50 It's The Unit That means it's money (Ha ha) [Chorus: 50 Cent] Na n***a I don't know I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Now a days n***as snitchin' so much in the street But you gotta talk to them like they the police Na, I don't nothin about poppin' the heat I don't know nothing about settlin' no beef in the street Na, I don't know nothing about baggin the grams I ain't neva had no spot over hand and hand Me, I don't know nothin' about taking a stand I ain't neva get a n***a a** stuck in the can Na, I don't know nothin' about dro or hash; coke, dope, X, dust, or crystal meth Na, I'm just tryin to rap to get me some cash keep the hip-hop police off my a** [Chrous: Prodigy] Na n***a I don't know I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do [Verse 2: Prodigy] Ayo, thats my word on a stack of bibles I don't know who did it, I don't know who resbonsible Though I know who spit and all i know is who givin me this cash just to down 12 to get in yo a** Listen, keep it far away from me, I ain't got time for sittin' in the penetentary All I know i'm rich, all I know is that g-unit work, when the album drop they go bizzerk Mad Video play, crazy radio spins, Number 1 all the time, our reign never ends Don't point the finger at us, somebody sh** hangin', they had a beef with us cuz we don't know anything [Chrous: Spider Loc] Na n***a I don't know I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do [Verse 3: Spider Loc] I don't know nothing about jumping out, splittin' homeboy head It's really f**ed up cuz they say that homeboy dead I can't even think who would want him dead Have no idea what type a gun they have done him with You see I hear no evil and I don't see no evil They tryin' talk to, hear from, and see those people And I ain't have them little homies burn up no regal I'm just tryin to do this music thing and just go legal i don't know why my name in yo female phone but you really starting to sound like a female homes Don't know why they told you we sell stones We in the internet tryin' to get our e-mail on [Chrous : Lloyd Banks] Na n***a I don't know I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do [Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] Na n***a, I don't know who sent the young boys through To air the strip, this sh** just news happinin' out the blue I don't be around here, I ain't hit the news I don't know now why that man be clutching on his sh** when he move I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his j**les You know how easy it is to get sh** confused I wasn't even in New York, I was just on a cruise Somewhere way out in the islands, with yo b**h in the cruise Oops, my b**h in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze They get hit with the uz, ooze all over the street I don't know why they say what's up, I don't know who's in that jeep He talk about me all day but I ain't loosing no sleep [Chrous: Mase Murda] Na n***a I don't know I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, and I don't know who shot you I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do [Verse 5: Mase Murda] I don't know, why my chram about as big as your palm and why the diamond chain I wear is bout as long as yo arm You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezald There is one, for everytime I had to grind up in the ghetto I can show you how to do it, you tired of ridin' Buicks I don't know why n***as rap for years and can't make hotta music Even when, I don't do chicks release, body fluids Body drop, shotty co*k, and n***as wanna tie me to it I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say i'm they daddy Why these Harlem CB4 n***as just keep, comin' at me Got as many beefs as 50, and a n***a go to church Could you image if my hands was in work I don't know [Chorus: 50 Cent] Na n***a I don't know I don't know who got you, I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cuz you know how my squad do