Dirty Rotten And while our foes is plotting, Show is riding shotgun There's a time to play and there's a time for sex There's a time to lounge and there's a time
that I've been spending my time I'm still searching for a fine peace of mind Decent jubee running it down the line [Yami Bolo] A little child has grown And he'g
make a kill And anyone looking gonna' get that ass killed I'm livin' like a criminal and criminal I be And I'm respected in the hood like a 'G' But if
They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines The white bitch got rich like Federline F**k a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack You get
s, 'cause they sets Susters' Sit on the next bus like that show on MTV The wings on the chain, make a n**** fly like the wings on a plane When you're
the ER By this time tomorrow we suppoused to be in DR Me blowing a cigar you sippin' a tini I told her pack her bags and dont forget a bikini Den just like a
Ashton in the grass Nor is there a camera stashed into the dash It's a guy in a uniform and a passion that he has For flashin wit his badge And shining
show her in I was like show her in? never that oh no anybody in the streets know thats a no no So no I would never ever, ever, ever Baby I'm a g yeah
have a husband 'til she found out that he cheats And then she filed for divorce and watch her bank account increase She got a condo with a view, a house
, I be on the floor, "Kobe!" You know a nigga that can score 81? Show me I got a (Cuban Link) to a fuckin O.G. And nigga you're too close, what the fuck
the instant replay I mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing like Bitches only for your shit just a lil bit Niggaz only for your shit just a
, monkey) I got a clip full of poison bananas And a cold hard killer from Long Beach (here monkey, monkey) I got a clip full of poison bananas And a cold hard killer from L.A
up nigga I dun warned you You got the police witchu nigga don't trip I got a box of donuts and a whole clip When it's time for beef he get his drink on
Game Told Dre from the gate I'd carry the heat for ya First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G'd for ya Put Compton
wanna play chess on a time clock, I'm in the Hall Of Fame next to Snoop, behind 'Pac, I got the whole motherfucking world locked, Chorus: (The Game) I'm a G
Cent:] G-Unit! G-Unit! G-Unit! G-Unit! (Shut the fuck up!) G-Unit! G-Unit! (Aww shit never mind its just the Ghost Unit, fucking faggots!!) G-Unit! G-
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
a great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail [Outro - Notorious B.I.G.] w/ vocals
