one chance to take back, no regrets... Let's go! I just wanna let you know, this situation leaves me outta breath. We'll drive till' the love that's in
s like I'm stabbing in the dark Stabbing in the dark It's like I feel to much, feel too much, but I can't find my heart It's like I'm stabbing in
E.G.O.E.S.O.N. You've got more than money and sense, my friend You've got heart and you go in your own way L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. What you don't have now
out I go the cash route, plus bet on mash out Burn rubber and leave you niggas assed out [Hook:] G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R, I-B-E-A-C-I-A-O (iaaaaaaaahaha iaaahahahahaa
G's... ahh..Real muthaphuckkin G's... ahh..Real Muthaphuckkin G's... ahh Real Muthaphuckkin G's Verse One Hey Yo doctor, here's another proper track
' nothin' in life but to be legit Don't quote me boy, I ain't said shit [Incomprehensible] trippin , it's alright Homie's scored a key, he's gonna fly
[50 Cent] Ga ga G-Unit! (body) haha, yo, yo I need no introduction, everybody (body) Heard of 50 Cent, and heard of G-Unit I'm not Hi-Tek and I'm not
Who's to say, he's not the gifted one Well I forgot, he's not the teachers son No he's just the reason for her to say That she needs a substance in
one chance to take back, no regrets... Let's go! I just wanna let you know, this situation leaves me outta breath. We'll drive till' the love that's
Real muthafuckin G's... Real muthafuckin G's... Real muthafuckin G's... [Eazy-E] Hey Yo doctor, here's another proper track and it's phat, watch the
hard time living 'til the Chelsea days From when her hair was sweet blonde 'til the day it turned gray She said: [Chorus] L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. You've
crease styled jeans We gonna thug it up [E.S.G.] Man thug it up, thug it up, wha? wha? Man I'ma thug it up Escalade, dub it up B.G. gettin' paid Big
to fuck, our black women E.S.G. and I'm winning, yeah the Boss man's back Turning heads while I spread, through your shit like anthrax Sit that ass fat, call E
freestyler If it's free ain't me Money talk, shit walk And since, my time cost I can't afford to be bought Cash for everything around me It's on the ground
(feat. Daz, Mike Wilson) [talking] Yeah, Daz Dilinger, E.S.G., Slim Thug Doing it up real big, ha-ha What's going down my nigga [E.S.G.] Let me see
never leave the crib, without a murder weapon) [E.S.G.] Now keep the sell us on the real, it's from the man with the grill E.S.G. what's up Bun B, you
Texas talk I'm trying to stack my green, I mean fill up my vault [Hook x2] [E.S.G] Down here playboy, the gumbo's hot and spicy Twinkies twist and
