Lyrics

Blind stares of a million pairs of eyes Lookin' hard but won't realize, that they'll never see The B-A-N-K dollar sign, S.K. in the back of the truck (back of the truck) Nigga what? (Nigga what?) I'm remarkable, roll through the hood with' an arsenal Lookin' for a bitch to put the sausage to (yeah) These niggas fallin' off, I'm startin' to feel like I'm responsible (uh) The reason they won't sponsor you, all my niggas jump the gun (yeah) You sneeze and they stompin' you Back neck, knees and ya arms is too (don't stop) Ya album was a bad brick (bad brick) Homeboy (homeboy) I've been hot since Freddy Krueger's last hit I'm incredible, the one thing I will never do is slip up (goddamn) That's how you let these bitch, niggas ahead of you Real niggas be on point, game tight (game tight) Bag a new bitch and fuck her the same night (same night) I could take care of these niggas on my own (on my own) Patiently waitin' for Yayo to come home (ooh) Get the fuck out my way, I'm in the zone (in the zone) Motherfucker fist fight, I hold the chrome (hold the chrome) It's South Side 'til the day I die Now, you motherfuckers know where I'm from (I'm from) Niggas are jealous of the things I buy So I gotta move around with my gun (my gun) If you don't smoke the kinda weed I smoke Don't bring ya bullshit around me ('round me) I'm the number one nigga comin' out this year So be satisfied with two or three (or three) (Whoo) yeah, ya heard right nigga Can't none y'all niggas fuck with' the kid I don't give a fuck, you get mad, feel bad Call my name pussy, I ain't goin' nowhere G-unit
Writer(s): Traci Hale, Wirlie Morris, Thabiso Nkhereanye Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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