Betta Ask Somebody - G-Unit
[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_gga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust n_gga
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_ggaz'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_gga 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_ggaz hate but I'll be damned if they hold me down
Front n_ggaz 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_gga 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_gga
[Chorus]
[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_ggaz 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 coke 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
G-Unit!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is understood
I made a n_gga 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_gga, 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_gga 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
[Chorus]
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