g unit - 300 shots lyrics
[50 cent – verse 1]
y’all n-gg-s spend too much time watchin’ flicks
who you wanna be? tony montana n sh-t?
well you can start, right before his -ss get hit
so when i walk up you can see the shotgun spit
ferrari roof go down, lam doors go up
i got big boy toys, when you gon’ grow up?
n-gg- knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone
im still down to sell crack got a fiends home
god bless the child with a flawless flow
say gave a n-gg- the talent to push blow
like a pimp watch a hoe, i watch the grams go
watch the p-ssy grow, straight cash flow
im a hundred time bigger than preme in his prime
100 mill in my account and im still on the grind
when you aint in my clique, it’s hard to shine
i mean talent like this is so hard to find
g-unit!
[tony yayo – verse 2]
i don’t dream now that i’m livin, im out to get it
my truck an ak can hit it
im a rap tyc–n, i was fly in the whom
so im gettin -ss like a public bathroom
i went from rikers island, to shows at the garden
automatic startin’ in the drop got your b-tch p-ssy fartin
my alb-m about to drop in 7 days
but i still poke a rapper at the vma’s
kilo’s in a gram, po’s be my fans
that’s why i’m overseas doin shows in j-pan
i got gats from the future, see-through guns
so when my bullets leave the chamber i can see you run
n-gg- i flip my advance before i ran through it
’cause that money turn haters into that barmen fluid
my dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10
keepin in a cool place from uncle ben
[muder mase – verse 3]
you know you messin’ with a n-gg- that do this for a livin’
put two in the street while there’s two in the kitchen
put guns in n-gg-z mouth like “who’s u dissin’?”
we give for they knew who u was missin, n-gg-
you can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain
i have hoes back of the church, hummin’ ya name
even then i feel it’s like cheat my men
watch god leave the sky to come and greet my men
i pop n-gg-s in the chest they never breathe again
route 20 in the fitness see the streets again
what’s a man tryna wake up who can’t wake up?
back guards face straight up with kinds of make up
’cause eveyrtime i run, scream, pop a 3-80
i hear a mother scream “please not my baby!”
quick as i see it’s you, bullets will hit you, boy
your n-body so no one will miss you
queens start to kickin’ it’s too much to get through
leave a n-gg- leakin’ like an indian ritual
who wanna run up on me they get known quick
i blackout then sn-tch your chrome clique
leavin’ jail in ’91, made im homesick
move pow-fu like a farrakhan atonement
raised in, caged in, let my ways spin
face wrapped up like a saudi arabian
[young buck – verse 4]
a country n-gg- still lookin’ for a new york hoe
about to kill these n-gg-s with this new york flow
say one n-gg- name homie you gon’ go
you in that hot97 so new york know
i use to listen to jada i’ve never listened to joe
i couldnt tell ya how now one of his verses go
seen styles and sheek out, doin promo
i was like “what up?” and they was like “uh-oh!”
i aint just get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word, n-gg-s would have been pop
f-ck a interview n-gg- i get into you n-gg-
enough hearin’ ’bout what you finna do n-gg-
[prodigy – verse 5]
murder at it’s best, this is rap at it’s finest
you can see my verse, even if you the blindest
my raps is vivid, ya b-tch i hit it
all ready, yeah that’s right this is spaghetti
head mob n-gg-s, my gun bomb n-gg-s
go ‘head and shoot, my pistol nuke n-gg-s
when i let off the whole earth feel the effects
i mix cd’s and treat ’em like alb-m sh-t
our alb-ms, we treat ’em like the president elections
on our champagne campaign livin’ up dresses
on the dance flo’ the hennessee it flow
when you f-ck with g-unit then you gon’ f-ckin’ blow
when you f-ck with mobb deep, then bring some f-ckin’ hoes
’cause it’s a gang of us and we ready to go
’cause after the party after the party we get so drunk
we forget all about the next day hun
[havoc – verse 6]
get it teflon don, ak-filled
get your mouth blown off like the hand that feeds you
yeah little motherf-cker put the hammer in diesel
g-unit game over this is only a preview
n-gg-s sh-ttin’ on theyself gotta rock in the huggy
the c-ke in the pot rise to the top like dougy
got chicks with a -ss like buffy, yes homie trust me
plays f-ck me, kick ’em out when they try to get touchy
qb/southside, if you wanted to trestle
man your man is hot, you don’t wanna get next to
like 50’s beef is mine and mine is his
see this serious, motherf-ckin ask them kids
n-gg-s wild on the streets, scared to death to bid
sell anything that stay from the bottles and cuffs, n-gg- b-tt
[billy danze – verse 7]
you about to witness an m.o.p thug out
and for you n-gg-s hatin’ listen to the sounds of the unit kiss my -ss with your tongue out, n-gg-
f-ck a warden i ring bells like a doorman
so all you motherf-ckers take it easy like sunday mornin (get ’em up!)
put ’em up, wrap ya hand or knuckle up
ground zero we never ran never will we f-ck ’em up
dude you gonna get your -ss banged f-ckin’ with that homie lloyd banks
wild gun style what the f-ck y’all think..
[lloyd banks – verse 8]
n-gg-s aint got nuttin’ on me, everybody know that
n-gg-s run up on a v, everybody gon’ clap
and if he aint what he say, n everybody gon rats
just rat, and catch your little body all rats
matter’fact, i don’t hang out with no lobby for rats (nah)
the gun swallow me back off bacardi and yack
im in the club with the snub, this the part of the track
a stray from the k will take a part of ya hat
im gettin cake like you wouldn’t believe but im accepted
by mainstream america and good in the piece
now n-gg-z wanna talk all greasy (why)
like they aint used to open up for me in new york on tv (ya know)
skip all chatter, and walk off eazy
a milly will make your body looker look all measly
ya b-tch spotted me on the dolo and im low-low
d-mn near broke a monolo for a photo
i aint ridin’ around with a dodo that’s a no-no
momma taught me better than that you go to go home
look at me now, a product of poverty
i can’t watch the way i gotta decide a me
the ‘hoods fulla hurt but that was a robbery
critics owe me an apologee, im probably
a sixteen away from the lottery
my n-gg-s keep guns, that’s one of the things i gotta be
im wrapped up in a dome sh-t, cause n-gg- got all kinds of beef they want ya to come get
im 2 steppin’ with my weapon, cause they don’t check ’em up
i know n-gg-s from ’round there and they don’t check us
all of the n-gg-s was fans when i met ’em, just waitin’ in the wind for n-gg-s to come and get ’em
on my next alb-m, im’a have some fun wit’ ’em, spank ’em all around so everybody forget ’em
they envy, cause i got the ‘hood in a frenzy
and i move smooth with the wooden benzy
blend in, n-gg-s will body ya for a pen
baby need food, baby momma need fin
you know me, new york cap on
batman whip that i got off a rap song
im the fan with the illegal strap on
teflon n a wife beater n black on
its on!
[50 cent talking..]
w-ssup? this the kid 50 cent man
its going down, ya heard me?
n-gg-s got me mad, ya talk, ya n-gg-s got me all f-cked up..
im finna kill few of you mother f-ckers man..
know what im sayin’? watch ya n-gg-s say somethin’ smart out ya mouth, boy
you better stop usin’ ya mouth, before i help you not be able to use ya mouth mother f-cker!
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