Arty] Check it out huh, this is how it's going down From the Boogie Down, brothers stand around with a frown [x2] [Verse 1: A.G.] It's time to hit
these VV's blowin' on chief, yeah I got it from Harlem 12 carrot pinky ring, shit I got it from ?Robert? step it up a notch, iced out ski mask places
throw it in the bag [Verse 1 - Fabolous] It's Mr. "Throw It In The Bag", I just throw it in the bag I don't know how much it cost but I know this bitch
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
Off of The Massacre's (Aftermath) Check it out (G-Unot!) [Chorus - The Game] Bitches only feel ya shit just a 'lil bit Niggaz only feel ya shit just a
G-G-G-G-G.... NOT! You bitch ass niggas Check this out man I'm not gonna be playing these mother fucking games Mr. Potato head now you wanna be a comedian
my first step I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy The doctor looked and said "He's gonna be a Bad Boy." [Hook - Notorious B.I.G.] w/ vocals from Faith
for ya, G-G-G-G for ya Put Compton on my back when you in need of soldiers At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold I had the whole crowd yellin' "
haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit ya like you a swifter as a gifter [Verse 19: Chamillionaire] I
that's ALL THEY SAW! [The Game] Hip-Hop ain't dead, it just took a couple shots I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots The kings comin, no,
' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit ya like you a swifter as a gifter [Verse 19: Chamillionaire
what it meant Now I understand, it's starting to make sense Now the whole world know Why I took the "I" out of G-Unit And replaced it with a muthafuckin
the greatest Back out to let 'em have it, fake fucks and faggots Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the karats A wrist full of (?) for all the
flesh, sincerely Kickin' it off on a ghetto track Bringin' to you some actual facts From the bottom, known as Miami With the help from a posse called the L.A
Watching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and bleed Me, a mercenary for the streets Check my pedigree Busting motherfuckers it's the thug in me Now niggas talk a
into it Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it You got me high! Let me come inside! I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride
