50 cent, uh
Llod banks,uh
Young Buck, uh
Game Nigga~ G-UNIT
Ha, ha, it's easy man, it's easy man
Ay yo I switch my hustle, no more dice games dillemas you see blood
In the snow after the shots in december
Niggas is broke that's why they stay ice grillin'
I'm in the aspens laughin' snow mobilin'
With a beautiful bitch she chocolate athletic
Ass poke out like serena asks banks he seein' her
Plus she hood she ain't hollywood remind me of trina
D's come shorty even down to hold my beretta
G stand for gangsta unit stand for you niggaz in trouble
Better lock and load on the ground YEAH!
Chorus:
I'm so sorry
Niggaz all fucked up they ain't gettin' money in the hood
I'm So Sorry
I lied to ya say I let you hold something homey if I could
I'm so sorry
50 talking: You know I could but I don't wanna help you out nigga
I'm SO sorry
Game:
I'm in that 6,7 glass house
In and out of lanes
Murder on my mind
Old English runnin' through my veins
I think about easy and it eases my pain
I drink a 40 ounce g unit soakin' in the rain
I came into this world both feet in the dirt
No purple label no button up shirt
No harm intended to subliminal disses
But hard facts seperate the men from the bitches
I would popped your ass if I thought you was worthy
lookin' like boy george in that larry bird jersey
Buck pass the dutch I'm blowin that bob marley
Hop off the G-4 let's have a boston tech party G-UNIT
50 Chorus:
I'm so sorry
You niggas don't sound that good when you step in the booth
I'm So sorry
nigga did it hurt but god dammit you kno' it's da truth
I'm So Sorry
to see me do good it's makin' your punk ass sick
I'm so sorry
that I ain't got room for all you niggas on my dick
I'm so Sorry
Lloyd Banks: Yeah
A snap of a finger will make you guys cripple
I came up with this on the shitta, nigga
I handle bars like a bicycle
Stars make your eyes trickle
As stiff as an icecycle
The muffalas the sounds of land that's why I whistle
Fire your stylists you know that's wrong
For letting you put that foot locker noback on
Around here niggas get shot for performin that song
And hoes cut they eyebrows off and draw them back on
They try to merk me yo
That's why 50 bought me a trey pound with a nose longer then pinnchio
Pop shit I stroke your slut
And soon as her mouth open up what?
Same color as coconut
50 Chorus:
I'm so Sorry
You ain't from compton you ain't gotta flow like game
I'm so sorry
You ain't Lloyd Banks mixtape artist of the year man
I'm so sorry
You ain't young buck you don't let the gun buck son you butt
I'm so sorry
you get outta line ill personally come fuck you up
Young Buck:
We don't chase no hoes
We dream about it while we make the dough
I'll have a hundred fuckin hatiains come and cut your throat
I still touch the dough
Niggas my ears to the street
I got niggas from your own hood workin' for me
You got ya hand out
Can't even bail your man out
Real know real cuz the bitch niggas stand out
Nobody gonna miss you when the dessert eagle hits you
Just do like pac said pour out a little liquor
Picture gettin' your chest blown open and no one there to save ya
You momma gotta wake up makin' funeral arrangements
You know who to play with and we ain't the ones
This G-unit shit is deeper than a prick in your thumb motha fuckas
50 talking: yeah I wanna take the time out to apologize to all y'all niggas
That put out records this year and didn't see none I'm so sorry
Ha, ha, ha oh man I don't know how to explain it how we get that money man h
Ha, ha
I just say shit I swith my hustle motha fucka