s Money's what you can count on when your friends ain't Grass green over here Green like the kushes I got presidents in my jeans like the Bushes We don't
can't BREATHE In the presence of the man Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man You betta BREATHE You niggaz can't share
] I got the Yankee leaning, just sittin over to browse And the G4 is just getting over the clouds You can't tell me that I ain't what's up right now I
this blue shit and lets rock! [Chorus] Now you know I don't usually do this But you lookin good tonight And you know I don't usually do this But you
ain't frontin' These Jordan's ain't comin' It ain't nothin' Keep the complaints comin' Can't hop on my bandwagon Jump in my blue flames You should not try, you
just stood up She bout to be steamin, turn it up You wont hear a thang, know you won't You too busy sleepin, won't wake up You can't deny it [Fabolous
buyers chromosomes I got summers I got vicadens, valiums I ain't stopping Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin And that's how we rocking How can you hear
they knees sore Good damn, there face I, ain't screwed down in St. Lou New York, It ain't got no pipe instructions They just suck outta you like liposuction
s on a M-Class just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out make ya'll run to the stores and
revolve Niggas love when you broke but they hate when you get large Wait for you to slip and try to find a way to get you robbed Run in ya crib and duck
hot kid, hot vid and I don't got kids Benzs, Bentleys and they don't got lids Meet me then you can say you know a roller I don't tak to chicks unless
this Patron and talk to you for a minute Won't you put that blunt down 'fore you put the chronic in it Before you do that drive by, listen for a second Why you
Hell yeah bigg snoop, little homie hop in He dropped me off in compton, that's when my story ends Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh This another
Like? Cause No Body Care About The Nigga That Ain't There Then Miss You until They Kiss You need You Going in The Ground When Magazine eating You, teach You
shit, Don't worry, you'll get the shit, You'll be, Knee deep in shit! Chorus: (The Game) I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' (
and blue bandana tied in a knot, as I creep through the chronic smoke They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke Shit got my head spinnin like the
like the mudafukin Police, It's certain rules you got to follow, when you in these streets, Especially when it comes to this Cali shit, And I ain't talkin
You niggaz ain't crips, you niggaz ain't bloods You just little G-Unit run around thugs You niggaz ain't crips, you niggaz ain't bloods You just little