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50 cent – i’m so sorry (feat. llody banks, young buck & the game) lyrics


[intro: 50 cent]
50 cent, uh
llod banks, uh
young buck, uh
game n-gga~ g-unit

[verse 1: 50 cent]
haha it’s easy man, it’s easy man
ay yo i switch my hustle, no more dice games dillemas you see blood
in the snow after the shots in december
n-ggas is broke that’s why they stay ice grillin
i’m in the aspens laughin snow mobilin
with a beautiful b-tch she chocolate athletic
-ss poke out like serena asks banks he seen her
plus she hood she ain’t hollywood remind me of trina
d’s come shorti even down to hold down a nena
g stand for gangsta unit stand for you n-ggas in trouble
better lock and load on the double

[chorus: 50 cent]
i’m so sorry
n-ggas all f-cked up they ain’t gettin money in the hood
i’m so sorry
i lied to ya say i let you hold something homey if i could
i’m so sorry

[50 talking:]
you know i could but i don’t wanna help you out n-gga
i’m so sorry

[verse 2: the game]
i’m in that 6, 7 gl-ss 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 rain
i came into this world both feet in the dirt
no purple label no b-tton up shirt
no harm intended no subliminal disses
but hard facts seperate the men from the b-tches
i would popped your -ss if i thought you was worthy
lookin like boy george in that larry bird jersey
buck p-ss the dutch i’m blowin that bob marley
hop off the g-4 lets have a boston tech party g-unit

[chorus: 50 cent]
i’m so sorry
you n-ggas don’t sound that good when you step in the booth
i’m so sorry
n-gga that it hurt but god dammit you kno it’s da truth
i’m so sorry
you see me do good it’s makin your punk -ss sick
i’m so sorry
that i ain’t got room for all you n-ggas on my d-ck
i’m so sorry

[verse 3: lloyd banks:]
a snap of a finger will make you guys cripple
i came up with this on the sh-tta, n-gga
i handle bars like a bicycle
stars make your eyes trickle
as stiff as an icecycle
the m-ffalas the sounds of land that’s why i whistle
fire your stylists you know dats wrong
for letting you put that foot locker n0back on
around here n-ggas get shot for performin that song
and hoes cut they eyebrows off and draw them back on
they try to merk me yo
that’s why 50 bought me a trey pound with a nose longer then pinnchio
pop sh-t i stroke your s—
and soon as her mouth open up what?
same color as coconut

[chorus: 50 cent]
i’m so sorry
you ain’t from compton you ain’t gotta flow like game
i’m so sorry
you ain’t lloyd banks mixtape artist of the year man
i’m so sorry
you ain’t young buck you don’t let the gun buck son you b-tt
i’m so sorry
you get outta line i’ll personally come f-ck you up

[verse 4: young buck]
we don’t chase no hoes
we dream about it while we make the dough
ill have a hundred f-ckin hatiains come and cut your throat
i still touch the dough
n-ggas my ears to the street
i got n-ggas from your own hood workin for me
you got ya hand out
can’t even bail your man out
real know real cuz the b-tch n-ggas stand out
n0body 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 ain’t the ones
this g-unit sh-t is deeper than a pr-ck in your thumb motha f-ckas

[50 talking:]
yeah i wanna take the time out to apologize to all yall n-ggas
that put out records this year and didn’t sell no records i’m so sorry
hahaha oh man i don’t even know how to explain it pimp you can’t get dat money when i’m around haha
i don’t say sh-t all i did was swith my hustle muh’f-cka