Letras:
Show A G Drop It Heavy

You call that a player? Straight-ass sissy See me at my show nigga miss me Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit Got a pistol motherfucker try to

: [50] Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah) I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah) G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT! I keep hearin'

We slinging it, 20 g's a night, we bringing it Avoid the law, and from the crack, Picture the hole in the half a brick, half a brick To a key, now I

in a gunfight I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight It's on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards

let's show 'em what's above the nail, Bling A hundred thou couldn't get you one of these (Not one of these) I guarantee it ain't a flaw on one of these

and do a thing unexpected So we plan a plot with an Uzi and 10 shot Buck em till they all drop,circle round the block Let em have it as soon as they come

s Sin folks reload or enter heavy scapeways We probably get robberies wit 12 gauge technology So i kill blood spill i show no local modesty Drop em g pay a

a heavy man light, turn a black kid white Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight I wreck shop like Rock the Ricky Wrecka Crush-a, stomp-a, nother

chase been doin it for a while Phunk Dog on the beat with it jig with it Hustlers play for keep with it so I keep my heat with it (A bay bay thats my