Posse (word) Now it's time to change context (context) Gimme a mic and watch me flex (me flex) Your style's simple, mine's complex (complex) Listen to the style
the movie they remember us Plus how can a nigga hate for real when resilience the only thing matchin' my brilliance Hahaha lol niggas kill me Look mama no guns and I'm still G
me slay dem faggots. G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone
Red Bandana) [Outro:] Yeah Mother Fuckers Chuck Taylor O You Thought I Forgot About That Alias Huh Im Going Back To My Roots G-Unit Is Dead As
nigga down So here's the burner in your face motherfucker silly sucker ass clucker now you're duckin cause you can't stop a Y.G. Gangsta, cause I'm true
found, they couldn't keep a gangsta nigga down So here's the burner in your face motherfucker silly sucker ass clucker now you're duckin cause you can't stop a Y.G
them fuckin' brains (we bang them brains) But then, we switch subject And fuck with them clones that suck the thug dick Run around foul, tellin' people we stole your style
knew you would, you wish you could break a G down, break me down But I'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) D.P. style Chorus {*door slams*} [D.O
all Wit style filed for sexual harrassment like Tisha Camp-bell You're wack like Will Smith, your rhyme style is pansy I fuckin murder your young style
Cent] Go shorty, its your birthday You made it just in time to hear my wordplay Its the kid that flip flows who used to flip O's And run G for days used
control your mind like Hitler You bow and vow to authority See now, a sucker with a style just boring me So I show K.N.O.W. L.E.D.G.E. it might trouble
lyin So don't you get suspicious I'm Big Dangerous you're just a Lil Vicious As I leave my competition, respirator style Climb the ladder to success escalator style
Raise the white flag, let the pants sag Fuck the drag, I'ma puff a whole bag It's low down and I'm low-key Now O.G. niggaz know me (true) So take it easy
then, I attack like ninja hunter You rhyme soft like the other Hunter Heather Hunter, fake a gangbang fronter Capital D to the O-G-G Capital H-O-U-S-E
1998 Three 6 mafia Hooked up with the motherfuckin' dayton family Are ya'll ready for us Bring the pain Bitch ya'll ain't ready for us Miphia style Flip
B-I-G B-O-I that be me and when we rock it Niggas be jocking just like ? you snitch I fucked yo bitch See and my niggas G'd that hoe on the South side
somethin to beat the block with, meet the cops with My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily Life is
solid chrome microphones Now we signing autographs, with cheers and laughs Champagne, caviar, and bubblebaths, but see... That's the life that I lead, you sucka MC, we G-O