[Intro: 50 Cent] G-Unit, they aint ready AHHHH! [Hook: 50 Cent] I dont know what you been thinkin, dont know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass DOWN Dont know what you been thinkin, dont know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass DOWN [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Ive been out in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long Im fin ta Crip walk and put some moherfucking khakis on Naw thats aight man I aint got nothin to prove Im rich but I still live like I got nothin to lose Look man, I dont know what you been drinkin I dont know what you been thinkin But get outta line and Snoops upside ya head The media they write whatever they choose And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news These other rap niggas couldnt walk in my shoes Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was paying my dues They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin Well tell them niggas to get poppin & stop frontin You heard of me but do you know how I get down Stay with a vest on, roll wit a couple tre-pounds In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now Ill start some bullshit and Ima lay ya punk ass down [Hook: 50 Cent] I dont know what you been thinkin, dont know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass DOWN Dont know what you been thinkin, dont know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass DOWN [Verse 2: Young Buck] Hittin niggas from long range for writin the wrong thangs My name YOUNG BUCK but I look like a old mayn Just cuz I like ice dont compare me to Lil Wayne I make rap niggas dissapear like Lil Zane See Buck been shot, but not more than 50 I dont dance, what I look like signin wit Diddy? I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin Whats in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip Crips & Bloods they show me love like Im claimin a set These industry niggas know they better pay me my check I get a kick outta seein these broke ass rappers Ten people showed up thats why your show got cancelled 50 whatever they did to the kid is handled Niggas callin for these features but they get no answers FUCK YALL NIGGAS [Hook: 50 Cent] I dont know what you been thinkin, dont know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass DOWN Dont know what you been thinkin, dont know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass DOWN [Bridge: 50 Cent] Everywhere we go, just leaves number one We wont stop, every billboard chart (we number one, number one, number one) Man we own that slot, we wont stop [Hook: 50 Cent] I dont know what you been thinkin, dont know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass DOWN Dont know what you been thinkin, dont know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, Ill lay your ass DOWN [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] A bitch know its a privilege if I stop to check her Nigga all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr. Pepper And I dont mean a soda The 16 top shot loaderll bend ya ass up like yoga Your fuckin wit a soldier Im sellin tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder So please keep talkin So we can spread your feet, and have you on your boulevard C-Walkin The birds keep hawkin, why? Cuz Im burnin every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch I dont argue Ill leave a print in your ass from a karate kick Them niggas that Javey wit, got guns on the big body tip And if they pull out youd prolly shit Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures Plus I light up trees like every days Christmas
Artist: G-Unit
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