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)
**** what? (**** what?)
I'm remarkable, roll through the hood with' an arsenal
Lookin' for a bitch to put the sausage to (yeah)
These **** fallin' off, I'm startin' to feel like I'm responsible (uh)
The reason they won't sponsor you, all my **** 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, **** ahead of you
Real **** 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 **** 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)
**** 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 **** comin' out this year
So be satisfied with two or three (or three)
(Whoo) yeah, ya heard right ****
Can't none y'all **** 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
Written by: Lloyd Banks