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g-unit - i'm leaving lyrics

i’m leavin, on the next plane
i don’t’ know when i’ll be back again
i’m a southside n-gga, you can find me where dat money at
find me in ya crib with da ninna’ where dat money at
see me i found a remedy so stop pretendin
i’ll put that ruger on ya head and pop yo mellon
see me i gets bizzy, frontin is a rizzy
i move with the semi, zip zip through the city
the lord can’t get me, the lord gotta get me
i make sh-t hot, and lay low till it fizzy
you think you know fiddy, you don’t know fiddy
in the s5-50, the 44 with me
my man yayizzy, stay off the hizzy
cell fiends wizzy, they smoke crack till they dizzy
yo man joey crack, i told em before
you don’t want it with me, you p-ssy fat boy
you wann go to war, ok ok i’ll go to war
catch you slippin put ya, put ya brains on the floor
i’m leavin, on the next plane
dee’s ran up in mah crib, they found cocaine
finger prints on the hammerz and heroine
before i go back to jail, i’m squeezin man
i’m a southside n-gga, you can find me where dat money at
find me in ya crib with da ninna’ where dat money at
see me i found a remedy so stop pretendin
i’ll put that ruger on ya head and pop yo mellon
look, the television caters to pop
not violent hicks
the unit ain’t fall off, that’s all politics
n-ggas don’t throw rights, they throw hollowtips
and they don’t wanna get married, they want model chicks
s-x, liquor, and dough, bottle piff
f-ck buyin a phantom, i’ll just borow fif’s
yesterday’s dap is tommorow’s p-ss
from a handheld to a colorado cliff
n-gga you violate me, i’m sendin you to god
i’m no peace maker, that’s my jeweler’s job
i spit it how i live it, n-gga you da fraud
put my wieght on ya back, you won’t move a yard
i’m leavin, on the next plane
dee’s ran up in mah crib, they found cocaine
finger prints on the hammerz and heroine
before i go back to jail, i’m squeezin man
i’m a southside n-gga, you can find me where dat money at
find me in ya crib with da ninna’ where dat money at
see me i found a remedy so stop pretendin
i’ll put that ruger on ya head and pop yo mellon
touch one of mine, i’ll touch one of yours
send us to the hospital, i’ll send yours to the mourge
i’m like jesus in tha hood, and god to the industry
all fifty enemies are all of my enemies
i’m a smoker, og kush in the jar
drop the top on the lam, blaze the purple in the car
glock automatty yo, b-tch gotta fatty yo
14 bricks, part low, who yo family yo
i’m tryin to push 700’s, they ain’t make em yet
they got em now baby, that s-700 crazy
why buy refriegerator doors
i blend in the d, and cook up the h0r-s
i’m leavin, on the next plane
i don’t’ know when i’ll be back again

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