G-Shit

(альбом: Case Dismissed - 2006)

[Intro : Young Buck]
You know whudd it is.. G-Uniit, SAA-OUTH!!

[All Star]
Ha.. Ha.. Ha.. Ha..
Yeah (G'yeah), I'm tha Prince of tha 'Ville..
Ha.. All Star..
Lyrics wise, I'm tha best man, y'all already know
So dis time around I'm gon' done down my flow, man
There very few rappas dat use to git it off snow
From my mouf to y'all ears, man these niggas is ho's
Running around to tha bars, saying how fake I am
Then ya see me in tha streets and ya shaking my hand (Whuddup Stunna?)
Then you pull off in ya ride and ya playing my jam
Nigga make up ya mind, Is you a hata or fan? Damn!
Y'all niggas is acting way to tough
Don't make me send my niggas through, make you shut df up (Shhh)
I ain't giving in to all dat he sayd she sayd
My niggas (Taking Hits) like Buck & D-Tay
Tell me whatchu know about Star?
Pull out from tha club with ya bitch in the car!
Have they mind blown from tha shit in tha jar
And then pop anutha bottle, 'nutha twisted, nutha gone
Easy git anutha bitch, fuck it we all rich (Fuck It!)
Shiit, if we ain't chya babymama convinst (Ha ha)
Yeah, if he ain't, how he talk so slick
'Cause on tha low in 04, he really bought those bricks
Tha case is beat, we fucking wit' rap
(Pac-Man) running wit' us, so they calling him bad
He offically grind hard, so how gutta's dat
East-syde heavy hittas don't do nuthing but Trap
Tha streets respect a nigga, 'cause I grind and ball
They say Star even gitting love behind tha walls
Take dis mixtape money, go and buy me a coup'
See, I'm reminding you, of what you trynnah do