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(feat. 50 Cent) [50 Cent:] GGGGGGG G Unit [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] In New York you get stalked like a snake's prey Yo the streets is a battle field you die any day Some cry on they knees when they pray All you hear is he said she said around the way I'm in the no fly zone private hide away Tryin' to prolly with my sons like its Father's Day When my revolver spray You better andalay I take ya moms away Writin' rhymes 'till my arms decay On mics I'm dynamite like Jay Jay Listen hombre I glisten in broad day The feds got me framed in a picture Cause I got my chick trained to hit ya Like Amy Fisher Let a slugs fly at a bug eyed judicier Play Fat Cat and I'll strip you for your whiskers We move Fishscale you messin' with Fish Yay Make cars fish tail when we shoot at them brakes We pop Mo's and puff ounces Letras de cancionesIn the club we pay off them bouncers To lay off the Tray Pounders When the cops raid the crib they want the houses Fed times head lines read about us Follow my fathers footsteps why bother? Charter a few leer jets we got the Ganja Never had a seed but I please your baby mama Lick her on her knees but shes on Gabbanna Put her on a track too ten niggas want her Flaunt her Get my cheese back on the corner Nigga get a glance, hit the free lance performer Heaven and hell will prevail when I'm a goner [50 Cent:] One time Thats Tony Yayo Lloyd Banks come on come on [Tony Yayo:] 50 you can retire whenever you ready [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] I'm in the mountains with the trees are palm In a New York State Of Mind tryin' to freeze my arm up Got the Balm Blowin' on sticky with a slut It went from "Hi how you doin?" to a quicky in the truck I'm tryin' to find where the party is at I'm bringin' me, Jesse, Ferrari and Black My hood is all fucked up it ain't no goals The little boys turn to convicts and girls turn to hos I'm ridin' through the Valley where you might hear turns like "Ese homes" Mama ain't raised no fool I'm talented and gifted I practice in boats so I could balance it I'm fresh out the dirt nigga you washed up Thirty something and never seen a fan star struck [50 Cent:] Yeah ya lame Ya wanksta From Letras Mania