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g – unit – betta ask somebody lyrics

[50 cent]
i, know, you, know
i’m, on, fiiiii-re

[chorus: 50 cent]
if, you don’t know, who i be
you betta ask somebooooody about me
oh – you wanna be tough n-gg-, a look is enough
i put that snub nose to ya and bust n-gg-
if, you don’t know, who i be
you betta ask somebooooody about me
and they’ll tell ya i’m a soldier boy
and i done told ya, over and over boy

[verse one: lloyd banks]
i come from a big city, the streets corrupt
now i’m rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
out here n-gg-z’ll do anything to reach a buck
cause when you broke you can’t afford to f-ck ya sneakers up
i take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
learn how to seperate the real from the fake ones
and on my heater nina rep what could i carry on
my n-gg- just lost his momma, and his daddy gone
from now on i can provide cause my paper’s straight
family losin his legs, but i can take the weight
some n-gg-z hate but i’ll be d-mned if they hold me down
front n-gg-z didn’t know me then, bet they know me now
blunt and a smile, eventually it’ll be a frown
cause every time i turn around a n-gg- locked down
while i’m in the world, tryin to bring my loot through
hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my n-gg-


[verse two: young buck]
uhh, they never seen 26’s on a hummer
my goal is to try to f-ck trina by the summer
some n-gg-z hate me, but they only made me
go and put mo’ ice in my mouth than baby (bling bling!)
g-unit and shady, them dudes is crazy
next time, we only usin dr. dre’s beats
f-ck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks
this ain’t no nelly hurr, take a good look at this
got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler
plus i probably done robbed mo’ artists than russell
always in trouble, you can blame my mother
gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle
i ain’t crawled, i stumbled across the mexican with birds
papi had c-ke and new plates and pounds of herb
keep my hand on my glock, and my ear to the streets
i’m a country boi, you can hear it when i speak


[verse three: 50 cent]
bentley is all dreams, g-5 agendas
tha hood’ll make a n-gg- heart colder than december (yeah!)
don’t take much to make my gun go off
one shot’ll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!)
if you don’t know you betta ask who i be
or end up in icu gettin fed through a iv
down in the lou’, they say they feelin me derrty
in new orleans they say i’m that n-gg-, ya heard me?
from them southside blocks to watts, westside don’t front
you know about them grapestreet gangstas, g’d up
rollin that weed up
n-gg- get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
hit with a bat or beat up
f-ck that, we’re on that same bullsh-t
same forty-cally glock, same full clip
p-ssy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
i’m a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me


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