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(feat. Dr Zavich) [Intro:] Niggas can't fuck with me men Niggas crazy dawwg I run this underground rap shit And the mainstream nigga I'ma do like boo boo This Niggas right when they fuck Now I'ma come out And Kill 'em Hit the brerak down [Verse I:] Time to separate the men from the boys Take it straight to the bank called Christopher Lloyds Called a mama's little boy Or 50's little bitch The rotten apple, or the protoge of a snitch The protoge of a bitch Niga softer than the Tabo kick You billy blanks on a porno flick With no porno chicks Only porno dicks You try to lie to more hoes with them G-string draws Letras de cancionesAnd so therefore I declare war Outside violater meet me at four Young Buck stay back Bench put this authograph For a hit put aside the glove Lets play catch [Gun shot] For your one platinium plaq [Gun shot] That's for them niggas ridding in the back [Gun shot] trying to reach for that shit on your lap [Gun shot] That's for your boss and he riding my vest [Hook:] I'm a killer Black wall gorilla The paam boxila G-Unit capilla I'm realler Forty ounce realler Forty gloc pillar Forty gloc killer (Gun shot) [Verse II:] Ex spider, I'll be creeping and crawling Spinning webs around you niggas Staking bread around you niggas Everytime you roll up, the feds surround you niggas I used to watch everything I said around you niggas 20 niggas on the squard 20 niggas in the can That's 20 witnesses 20 niggas on the stand Goddam, can somebody tell 'em the street code The Game is to be sold And not to be told This ain't Dre and sure go beans and hoes This is one bullet, one hit and one lost soul Wipe my fingerprints off and the gun's tossed in With the fishes like you and juice I'm coming for bishop, I'm gunning for bishop I'm the king of this L.A shit tell me hommie is your blood crip Is your dog a bitch Cause the S.A say, they don't never see homes run around L.A. Fake ass ghost rider Get your little flow tighter Before I put you in the trunk Of this fucking low rider Nigga u ain't nothin but hitman and quicksand gat a deal cause you sucked a couple of dicks and turned your back on Dulene and Jimmy Hinch men Just take this as a warning don't flinch men Wear yur rag, you one I know? No!! You know bep do, you bang east coast? No!! Have you ever had 164 No!! Do the hood feel your wack ass flow? No!! [Verse III:] So sit your little ass down somewhere Before i have them niggas sit you down somewhere In the ground somewhere Out of town somewhere breaking news, body has been found somewhere Now back to the video Look at this silly mu'fuckers Y'all are some silly mu'fuckers I say "hands up" Shorty wanna kick it with me Get dat wack shit off B.E.T Turn the channel All black lamborgh Wear them black flannel Speakers in the trunk with more humps than a camel Men I'm saying, I ain't playing, I'm spraying Any nigga in your clique that are be up dat shit [Gun shot] Mu'fucka dat's for yayo and Buck [Gun shot] That's for hot ride promotional truck [Gun shot] That's for Kanye and beefing with Puff [Gun shot] Tell dat nigga dat's behind you to duck [Hook:] I'm a killer Black wall gorilla Anything clip filler My deep capila I'm realler The hallow tip driller The rap godzilla The Lloyd banks killer [Verse IV:] In a diablo under the tent Nigga I'm about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 cent? When Jay said it I ain't know what it meant Now I understand, it's starting to make sense Now the whole world know Why I took the "I" out of G-Unit And replaced it with a muthafuckin "O" Remember when you told me "meet you on the top"? Check the sound scan quess who's on top, nigga Fake ass king of New York you need to stop, nigga cause you nat Big, nat Nas, nat Jigga Taking steroids show me wat you gat, nigga You ain't had a bitch since Vivica Fox, nigga Last I heard you suckin on cocks, nigga Nobody know cause they don't see you on the blocks, nigga Cause you being on the precinct with the cops, nigga Your whole staff with a badge and clock, nigga Mid town, Manhattan trying to stop niggas On the subway chasing down shoplifters All in the streets talking bout you shot niggas Then you in Nwy York times taking cop pictures I expose you niggas and put out, stop snitching When the last time you seen him with some hot bitches See wat he say when you ask him where the hot bitch is Check they adam's apples nigga, they is nat bitches You reign on the top was shorter than the legs on a lepricorn Just bow down nigga, accept the Don Nobody wanna be a hero when the tech is strong The transformer's folding up like the septic can Niggas bust like pipes when the pressure runs See the light flash when that desert eagle wet your don Every rapper know from now I'ma set the tone Niggas real hot body till their head is gone Here come them demons cause they know you are gone Some niggas just don't get it till you wet they throne. [Outro:] Niggas can't fuck with me Hundred bars, nigga I do a hundred bars every muthafucking day of the week, nigga That's 7 hundred bars a week, nigga On this fucking underground shit, nigga I can't be fucking stopped, period, nigga!! The Game, nigga...west coast Don Black wall street, nigga I'm ready to get down when you ready to get down, muthafuckas I'm talking to all you niggas I can't be fadded, nigga You niggas don't want it with me, nigga It's just me muthafuckas, and I'm pissed off Gat me all in fron of the muthafucking mixed tape That ain't me muthafuckas This is me muthafuckas Yeah!! From Letras Mania