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Yeah G-unit Baby, 2G's up, Yeah They kind and talk shit to you and sue you Don't let them fool you, boxed in results of beating up Blue Lu Nigga I ain't the new you, I'm the first me, Unrated version, In a armored suburban And the picture lights curvin, ain't nothin for certain Close friends be turnin, fuck it, close his curtain It's darker on the other side, God let me number slide Hot since Benz's were bubberlide The green matters besides that, I'm color blind Duckin 21 jump street, on the cover time Catch me in the street run deep, and a rubber nine Niggas yappin move bout mine, another trouble sign Pricks handin out tips on me and my click Private investigating on that CSI shit Keep your mind quick and your dirt low, people gossip Singe than a motherfucka, you ain't sleep with my chick Ain't shit changed boy, same click same Lloyd Same phenominal flow that got the game noise Still got the flama to bend ya control your anger Nigga won't come out no more, like Kramer Danger, mayhem, murder, mishaps and clicks clacks Surgery through six packs, beef all over this rap I'll get you gift wrapped, send your ass back Family and friends tighter than my last track Letras de cancionesHollowtips and politics headin into November Bottle shit to model chick shit that I don't remember I'm a lender, and your a borrower, a fucking pretender I'm on in every month now see you niggas December Remember, I am pound for pound, the PLK Hahaha, yeeeahhh, run this shit Uh, Green Gang, shout out to all my niggas man All the real niggas man, fake niggas die quick man G-unit still the click man, yeahh Green Gang hit man, I'm the shittt From Letras Mania