[Intro: 50 Cent]
50 cent, uh
Llod banks,uh
Young Buck, uh
Game n****~ G-UNIT
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
haha its easy man, its easy man
Ay yo i switch my hustle, no more dice games dillemas you see blood
in the snow after the shots in december
n***** is broke thats why they stay ice grillin
im in the aspens laughin snow mobilin
with a beautiful b**** she chocolate athletic
a** poke out like serena asks banks he seen her
plus she hood she aint hollywood remind me of trina
D's come shorti even down to hold down a nena
G stand for gangsta unit stand for u n***** in trouble
better lock and load on the double
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Im so sorry
n***** all f***** up they aint gettin money in the hood
I'm So Sorry
i lied to ya say I let you hold something homey if i could
Im so sorry
[50 talking:]
You know i could but i dont wanna help you out n****
Im SO sorry
[Verse 2: The Game]
Im in that 6,7 glass house
in and out of lanes
murder on my mind
old english runnin through my veins
i think about easy and it eases my pain
i drink a 40 ounce g unit soakin in the rain
i came into this world both feet in the dirt
no purple label no b***on up shirt
no harm intended no subliminal disses
but hard facts seperate the men from the b******
i would popped your a** if i thought you was worthy
lookin like boy george in that larry bird jersey
buck pass the dutch im blowin that bob marley
hop off the G-4 lets have a boston tech party G-UNIT
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Im so sorry
You n***** dont sound that good when you step in the booth
im So sorry
n**** that it hurt but god dammit u kno its da truth
Im So Sorry
you see me do good its makin your punk a** sick
Im so sorry
that i aint got room for all you n***** on my d***
Im so Sorry
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks:]
Yeah
a snap of a finger will make you guys cripple
i came up with this on the s***ta, n****
i handle bars like a bicycle
stars make your eyes trickle
as stiff as an icecycle
the m***alas the sounds of land thats why i whistle
fire your stylists you know dats wrong
for letting you put that foot locker noback on
around here n***** get shot for performin that song
and hoes cut they eyebrows off and draw them back on
they try to merk me yo
thats why 50 bought me a trey pound with a nose longer then pinnchio
pop s*** i stroke your s***
and soon as her mouth open up what?
same color as coconut
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Im so Sorry
you aint from compton you aint gotta flow like game
im so sorry
you aint lloyd banks mixtape artist of the year man
Im so sorry
you aint young buck you dont let the gun buck son you b***
im so sorry
you get outta line ill personally come f*** you up
[Verse 4: Young Buck]
we dont chase no hoes
we dream about it while we make the dough
ill have a hundred f***** hatiains come and cut your throat
i still touch the dough
n***** my ears to the street
i got n***** from your own hood workin for me
you got ya hand out
cant even bail your man out
real know real cuz the b**** n***** stand out
nobody gonna miss you when the dessert eagle hits you
just do like pac said pour out a little liquor
picture gettin your chest blown open and no one there to save ya
you momma gotta wake up makin funeral arrangements
you kno who to play with and we aint the ones
this G-unit s*** is deeper than a p**** in your thumb motha f****s
[50 talking:]
yeah i wanna take the time out to apologize to all yall n*****
that put out records this year and didnt sell no records im so sorry
hahaha oh man i dont even know how to explain it pimp you cant get dat money when im around haha
i dont say s*** all i did was swith my hustle muh'f****
50 cent, uh
Llod banks,uh
Young Buck, uh
Game n****~ G-UNIT
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
haha its easy man, its easy man
Ay yo i switch my hustle, no more dice games dillemas you see blood
in the snow after the shots in december
n***** is broke thats why they stay ice grillin
im in the aspens laughin snow mobilin
with a beautiful b**** she chocolate athletic
a** poke out like serena asks banks he seen her
plus she hood she aint hollywood remind me of trina
D's come shorti even down to hold down a nena
G stand for gangsta unit stand for u n***** in trouble
better lock and load on the double
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Im so sorry
n***** all f***** up they aint gettin money in the hood
I'm So Sorry
i lied to ya say I let you hold something homey if i could
Im so sorry
[50 talking:]
You know i could but i dont wanna help you out n****
Im SO sorry
[Verse 2: The Game]
Im in that 6,7 glass house
in and out of lanes
murder on my mind
old english runnin through my veins
i think about easy and it eases my pain
i drink a 40 ounce g unit soakin in the rain
i came into this world both feet in the dirt
no purple label no b***on up shirt
no harm intended no subliminal disses
but hard facts seperate the men from the b******
i would popped your a** if i thought you was worthy
lookin like boy george in that larry bird jersey
buck pass the dutch im blowin that bob marley
hop off the G-4 lets have a boston tech party G-UNIT
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Im so sorry
You n***** dont sound that good when you step in the booth
im So sorry
n**** that it hurt but god dammit u kno its da truth
Im So Sorry
you see me do good its makin your punk a** sick
Im so sorry
that i aint got room for all you n***** on my d***
Im so Sorry
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks:]
Yeah
a snap of a finger will make you guys cripple
i came up with this on the s***ta, n****
i handle bars like a bicycle
stars make your eyes trickle
as stiff as an icecycle
the m***alas the sounds of land thats why i whistle
fire your stylists you know dats wrong
for letting you put that foot locker noback on
around here n***** get shot for performin that song
and hoes cut they eyebrows off and draw them back on
they try to merk me yo
thats why 50 bought me a trey pound with a nose longer then pinnchio
pop s*** i stroke your s***
and soon as her mouth open up what?
same color as coconut
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Im so Sorry
you aint from compton you aint gotta flow like game
im so sorry
you aint lloyd banks mixtape artist of the year man
Im so sorry
you aint young buck you dont let the gun buck son you b***
im so sorry
you get outta line ill personally come f*** you up
[Verse 4: Young Buck]
we dont chase no hoes
we dream about it while we make the dough
ill have a hundred f***** hatiains come and cut your throat
i still touch the dough
n***** my ears to the street
i got n***** from your own hood workin for me
you got ya hand out
cant even bail your man out
real know real cuz the b**** n***** stand out
nobody gonna miss you when the dessert eagle hits you
just do like pac said pour out a little liquor
picture gettin your chest blown open and no one there to save ya
you momma gotta wake up makin funeral arrangements
you kno who to play with and we aint the ones
this G-unit s*** is deeper than a p**** in your thumb motha f****s
[50 talking:]
yeah i wanna take the time out to apologize to all yall n*****
that put out records this year and didnt sell no records im so sorry
hahaha oh man i dont even know how to explain it pimp you cant get dat money when im around haha
i dont say s*** all i did was swith my hustle muh'f****