Yeah, niggas, G-Unit in this motherfucker Ayo, 50, ayo, this nigga badly breathin', nigga You won't be gone for your days You wanna run your mouth crazy, talk about me Nigga, I'll come for your head And if your monkey ass laid out in the street You won't be gone for your days You wanna run your mouth crazy, talk about me Nigga, I'll come for your head And if your monkey ass laid out in the street I hit your heart, you're dead I squeeze to the semi, run out Niggas who know me good in my hood call me a dumb-out I'm that nigga in the hoop, do with my hat down low Can't tell if this a hit until the mat's in blue I got 32 shots, I ain't got the aim I wave this bitch in your direction, man Beams, clips, and grips, this is a sticky situation Adrenaline rushes, creeps, my heart start pacing Same clock, same block, same chain, same watch Same six-foot drop, same nigga on top Don't blame me if your motherfuckin' block get hot Cause I'm just tryna make a living, nigga Stay up out of prison in a position of power In a position where bitch-ass cowards can't fuck with ours And just shoot me, who he say gon' shoot me? Motherfucker, I got bread You won't be gone for your days You can't hold on, nigga, hold on It seems like an ambulance Always takes so long when you're hit It won't be long for your day When you ride up, it ain't no smilin' See all of them wildin' And these niggas is violent Little do you know, your time could be expiring And you know that reaper comin' When that heater start dumpin' Ain't nobody seen nothin' These niggas is silent From 12th Avenue all the way to the Project Real niggas, we don't fuck around with the nonsense Murder one shit, that's how I get Motherfucker, what? I put the fifth to your head Your white teeth turn red Nigga, now give the bread I fill your ass with lead Put a hole in your wig With the CBD Shit fucked with the kid I don't play that shit It's all part of the game Man, the game ain't fair The trigger gots no heart Nigga, my gun don't count The hammer hit that shell Homie, you see that flare And life start to flash You're dead, nigga, who cares? If you can't, hold on, nigga, hold on It seems like an ambulance Always takes so long When you hit, it won't be long Me and my bitch, we break up We make ups and take off for the stones We kick up, that's what's up Cause I'm out with the grown You fuck up, you give up, fuck him, get you Push a knife through your chest Boy, I ain't fuckin' with you We do this, my hood, my code My weed, my dope, my pills My liquor, my family, my niggas We soldiers, we killers They know us, they feel us They know we gorillas You know who the realest It's my gang, my set, my mat My check, my protection, my family Do you understand me? My knife, my gun, my wife My son, my love, my niggas My stacks, them figures Buckshots hit his ass From the shotgun blast Black dickie suit And a fuckin' black ski mask Shoot first, this is how I react And we act like it's nothin' Can't feel niggas used to that If you can't hold on, nigga, hold on It seems like an ambulance Always takes so long when you're here It won't be long for you dead I got that I got that Got that Got that