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50 cent 50 cent, uh Llod banks,uh Young Buck, uh Game Nigga~ G-UNIT haha its easy man, its easy man Ay yo i swith my hustle, no more dice games or limosuine you see blood in the snow after the shots in december Niggas is broke thats why they stay ice grillin im in the aspens laughin snow mobilin with a beautiful bitch she chocolate athletic ass bigger then serena asks banks he seen her plus she hood she hood she aint hollywood remind me of trina D's come shorti even down to hold my beretta G stand for gangsta unit stand for u niggaz in trouble better lock and load on the ground YEAH Chorus: Im so sorry niggaz all fucked up they aint gettin money in the hood I So Sorry i lied to ya homie told ya id let you hold something if i could Im so sorry 50 talking: You know i could but i dont wanna help you out nigga Im SO sorry Game: Im in that 6,7 glass house in and out of lanes murder on my mind old english runnin through my veins i think about easy and it eases my pain i drink a 40 ounce g unit soakin in the game i came into this world both feet in the dirt no purple label no button down shirt no harm intended to subliminal disses but hardcore seperate the men from the bitches i would popped your ass if i thought you was worthy lookin like boy george in that larry bird jersey buck pass the dutch im blowin that bob marley hop off the G-4 lets have a boston tech party G-UNIT 50 Chorus: Im so sorry You niggas dont sound that good when you step in the booth im So sorry nigga i know it hurts but god damnit you know its the truth Im So Sorry to see me do good its makin your punk ass sick Im so sorry that i aint got room for all you niggas on my dick Im so Sorry Lloyd Banks: Yeah a snap of a finger will make you guys cripple i came up with shitta, nigga i handle bars like a bicycle stars make your eyes trickle as stiff as an icecycle the muffalas the sounds of land thats why i whistle file your status you know thats wrong before you go and put that foot locker noback on around here niggas get shot for performin that song and hoes cut they eyebrows off and draw them back on they try to merk me yo thats why 50 bought me a trey pound with a nose longer then pinnchio pop shit i stroke your slut and soon as her mouth open up what? same color as coconut 50 Chorus3: Im so Sorry you aint from compton you aint gotta flow like game im so sorry you aint lloyd banks mixtape artist of the year man Im so sorry you aint young buck you dont let the gun buck son you butt im so sorry you get outta line ill personally come fuck you up Young Buck: we dont chase no hoes we dream about it while we makin dough ill have a hundred fuckin hatiains come and cut your throat i stood tuff to dough niggas my ears to the street i got niggas from your own hood workin for me i got ya man out you cant even bail your man out we no real cuz the bitch niggas stand out nobody gonna miss you when the dessert eagle hits you just do like pac said pour out a little liquor picture gettin your chest blown open and no one there to save ya you momma gotta wake up makin funeral arrangements you kno who to play with and we aint the ones thins G-unit shit is deeper than a prick in your thumb motha fuckas 50 talking: yeah i wanna take the time out to apologize to all yall niggas that put out records this year and didnt seel none im so sorry hahaha oh man i dont know how to explain it how we get that money man haha i just say shit i swith my hustle motha fucka |