[Lloyd Banks Intro]
Uh...
G-Yeah...
I'm back...
[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
[Verse]
Shorty got to shakin' and i'm waitin' to take her home
It's hot as hell in here and i'm bakin' up a Patrone
I know a couple different ways i can make 'um bone
And when i'm done with her, she'll wanna take a nigga to Rome
Give me a hour i have her blowin' up my phone
Like a stem to a stone she won't leave me alone
Million dollar nigga i get it and show off
But Doja, give ma minute with your boss, i'll fold ya
New York fitted and gold cross in a Rover
Holster, all over the shoulder
I'm the sickest thing spittin' in NY
Your plane ain't the same, it's different when i fly
Southside player play around and get shot
Twenty four hours steak out on your block
Don't get your views confused with Hip-Hop
'Fore you wind up on the news, now watch the hit drop.
[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
[Verse]
Yeah.
From what i hear niggaz don't like me
It's funny, they wanna be jus' like me
You bummy, it's jealousy more than likely
The money, they made a nigga all icey
Four finger ring that boy doin' his thing
VVS Bling my chain long as a swing
Boulevard king over known in Beijing
Fully prepared for whatever the drama may bring
Sixty-nine scraper with the up and down pumps
Murder is forever don't fuck around once
Bottle after bottle i down 'um till i'm drunk
If you ain't chipped in don't come around my blunt
Grimey and gritty New York City's top gun
First nigga act up gets a hot one
BPV the bottom and top done
I get there, i gets it, i'm done, one.
[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
[Verse]
Yeah.
I don't know about you but i'm doin' it for the queue
Whip brand new size twenty-two shoe
Use your money don't let your money use you
I got a cruise view, you know the usual
My life's beautful, my pockets full of bread
You get outta pocket i play soccer with your head
And that girl ain't your girl know the difference boy
Nigga i done killed more niggaz than a liquor store
I left somethin' on her when i seen her
And she was rubbin' it in, like Nakazeena
She will kill big niggaz, cute big hips
And she's pretty convincin', a video vixen
If you lookin' for a mack i fit the description
Chicks see him take pictures and kiss him
Back blockin' nigga i get it and i'm good
I'm hood, livin' life like you should.
[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
[Outro]
Grew up in the Y... New York that is...
Y-Y-Ya know the name...
I handle my biz... kid...



Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Jackson, Shafiq Husayn, Taz Arnold, Omass Keith
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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