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[Verse 1]: Loyd Banks
80's baby, product of the era with the stem
On record, donât need no rep from no rapper, and that from them
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Winninâ, you neva lost, dumb nigga, you lack within
Corny nigga's shakinâ in they slims on live radio
Kill âem on my lonely corny 45 rape me flow
The four feet Louie sneaks with the navy sole
Phone tapped for three weeks, so icy made my lady cold
Uh! Iâm kickinâ bitches out with style
Neva talk to pillows, keep my business out the crowd
---[ ?]---hit the strippers with a thouâ like, BOW! Check out my
Playa lifestyle
[And though I mean it call donât quit]?, donât got to say it twice now
I hit the ink and drop it down, [ ? ] my lights down
Ainât nobody seeinâ me, all I see is opportunity
Pain, power and passion, pourinâ out me since puberty
Aye, yo, you donât want the glory? [ ? ] my community
Flyinâ border you saw me, shawty with all of my jewellery
Callinâ me usually, 40 âs go to the family, yo
Somethinâ in the water, goons will kill you for a cameo
Where the money go, where canât he go. Understand me though
Bunch of models up, he got everyone on your camera roll
[Verse 2]: Tony Yayo
Iâm in the club, got them killa' niggas with me
I need 50⦠bottles, 50 models is sick as sticky
Southside in the club with me
And my nigga Kidd Kidd got the twin 50's
The S5-50, the 20-14, wanted a drug dealer car since the age of 14
Flee the scene, came birdie and from Beantown
Got the beam on the strap when I swing round
DaVinci down, my belt H-Town
Hermed shit, hold the tray down
I used to move work on a greyhound
In an Amtrak, my mule ass fat , 62 all up in the ass crack
I flipped that, then I call my connect back
My baby gotta eat, I need Similac
Make a movie with the Pryex, Cinemax
[Verse 3]: Young Buck
Fuck what I been through, yeah Iâm goinâ through it, and no-one do it better though
And everything in my past, I had to let it go
From my arrest raids up until my essays
Letâs just say my nigga', my debt's paid
There's one stage and one mic
But the money still green and the bricks white
Check in muthafuckers while I take flight
I never seen nothin' money can't make right
No manager, been managing my own
Nanna callinâ my phone and the damage is gone
This shit crazy, too late cuz the cameraâs on
This shit amazing, rappers get the stammer goin'
You get the line? Talkinâ bout the shells that they buyinâ
And the jets that they flyinâ, he ainât neva got a dime like me
The East side is who you need to be, cuz the outside ainât you and the partner we see
[Verse 4]: Kidd Kidd
[Verse 5]: Lloyd Banks
Verse 6]: Tony Yayo
- Album:
- The Beast Is G Unit (EP)
- The Beauty of Independence
- Nah I’m Talking Bout
- Back To The Street 2
- Miscellaneous
- beg for mercy
- Beg for Mercey
- T.O.S.
- Shoot To Kill
- The Kanan Tape
- Beg For Mercy (Edited Version)
- Stunt 101
- Stunt 101 (International Version)
- T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) [Bonus Track Version]
- T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight)
- T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) [Explicit Version]
- The Beast Is G Unit
- Bring My Bottles
- Compilation
- Operation Desert Storm