G-Unit Follow

[Intro: 50 Cent]

50 cent, uh

Llod banks,uh

Young Buck, uh

Game Nigga~ G-UNIT

haha its easy man, its 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 thats why they stay ice grillin

im in the aspens laughin snow mobilin

with a beautiful bitch she chocolate athletic

ass poke out like serena asks banks he seen her

plus she hood she aint hollywood remind me of trina

D's come shorti even down to hold down a nena

G stand for gangsta unit stand for u niggaz in trouble

better lock and load on the double

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Im so sorry

niggaz all fucked up they aint gettin money in the hood

I'm So Sorry

i lied to ya say I let you hold something homey if i could

Im so sorry

[50 talking:]

You know i could but i dont wanna help you out nigga

Im SO sorry

Im 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 no 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 im blowin that bob marley

hop off the G-4 lets have a boston tech party G-UNIT

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Im so sorry

You niggas dont sound that good when you step in the booth

im So sorry

nigga that it hurt but god dammit u kno its da truth

Im So Sorry

you see me do good its makin your punk ass sick

Im so sorry

that i aint got room for all you niggas on my dick

Im so Sorry

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 thats why i whistle

fire your stylists you know dats 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

thats 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

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Im so Sorry

you aint from compton you aint gotta flow like game

im so sorry

you aint lloyd banks mixtape artist of the year man

Im so sorry

you aint young buck you dont let the gun buck son you butt

im so sorry

you get outta line ill personally come fuck you up

we dont chase no hoes

we dream about it while we make the dough

ill 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

cant 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 kno who to play with and we aint 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 yall niggas

that put out records this year and didnt sell no records im so sorry

hahaha oh man i dont even know how to explain it pimp you cant get dat money when im around haha

i dont say shit all i did was swith my hustle muh'fucka