文本歌词

Ay the game is survival
You wouldn't know a real ni**a if he walked up and robbed you
They gonna have to revive you
If I slide thru I wouldn't need to advise you
You smoke and they gonna let on us
You d**n near retarded a smallgular buss
I pull a porsche out and fall for the rush
Careful the cops want us all in the cuffs
We put up houses and haul on the trucks
When I move smooth I'ma ball all on dust
Plus you n***as can't eat no more
Or walk around in the street no more
I run this city that's why my feet so sore
I got the whole hood hooked 'he so raw'
I pull up on a set with bad intentions
Like a bullet in ya neck
Anybody can get it the cal' and the sket
I drink away to pay and pop mo' on the jet
A bag of the goo rock the mall when I'm set
Jus got a new calical and a tec
Fresh p cut powder all on my neck
Next stop stop at the mall in the vet
The green gang with me and the all hold sket
Nah we ain't gonna send ya girl home yet
She G-D and we all want next
300 thousand we all know less
And less is small a European tour
Car cold handle on a European door
N***as get money but the Unit gettin more
Troops on the roof stashbox in the floor
Green and white bow with the matchin valour
Air hold muffler attached to the 4
And a batch and the raw
You n***as better move man when we come thru the door
Movin with the Uz' man you'll be a body on the floor
We don't go by the rules and we break any f**kin law
N***as gonna lose man
I'm on the flyin spur sh*t chinchilla that fur sh*t
40 cal watch me murc sh*t
N***as out in the hood so I'm out in Cancun
Labels eatin off some garbage like some d**n raccoons
Clap all ya goons knock a barrell in the sky
Sun hit the watch and the bezel hurt ya eyes
G-unit is the team we the hottest group out
Got me in a Phantom the hottest coupe out
Su live to the fullest sum never gettin head
O G's doin life young boys in the feds
Love times don't last tough people do
Crack and rap money that's my revenue
And you wanna stick who what the f**k is you thinkin
100 dollars from my ATM will have you stickin
My chain blingin VVS stones it's all good
Southside Bedstide catch me in the hood
Yeaa Rotten Apple ni**a comin this Summer
I don't give a f**k who you are what label you on
When Banks drop Blue Heffner Gangreen you better push back ni**a
Ya heard you can be on Interscope you can be on Def Jam ni**a
And if I get on parol I'm on parol
If I get off this probation yall n***as is in trouble man For real
Lloyd Banks Blue Heffner Rotten Apple ni**a the hottest sh*t out
Muthaf**ka mixtape is better than ya muthaf**kin album
Yo Banks man f**kin run New York ni**a you know what time it is
Fitty wattup Buck wattup