Good Company
(专辑: 5 And Better Series Vol. 3: The Cold Corner - 2009)
DAMN! Yeah! Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! Check my mic up! CAN'T FORGET... NELSON! Yeeah! G-UNIT! Shit is right! (ugh!) On the
run baby – conceived thru a
criminal, (why?) A
General! – So I
don't operate the
way the
women do And that one's subliminal. – It don't apply let it ride (ride...) I
know ya kind, get disrespected and let it slide! (G-Unit!) Naaah! – That ain't the
cloth that I
was ripped from (uh!) You talk a
lot of shit son. – You betta have a
big gun! (uh!) Just add em up and pick one. – You think they got they shit from? (huh?) You think I
got my bitch from? (huh?) – She even gave the
click some. (YEAH!) She came from the
tropics, like the
Chronic in my pocket Cop it! Crush it! Roll it! Spark it! And mix it in with' the
chocolate! I'm a
prophet! (yeeah!) – I
can see it 'fore it happen (uh!) Make you see it thru my rapping. (uh!) – I'm just rapping what I
see (see!) See me laughing, to the
V! (whooo!) – How can thee – fuck with' me? !
I'm a
G! – Sucker free! – Taking me? – I
wear the
tool make ya pee! You fucked up! – Waking me, now that I'm woke, you can't breathe Loch ness in a
vest, you gotta headshot me! Ya see? My money new as the
news, and you're confused So off with' ya 22, for talking down on ya crew. (ugh!) I'm walking round with a
tool! – Chinchillas and gator feet (ugh!) Leather seats, I
don't fear nothing bring on whatever beef. (whatever!) I'm on a
level you will never reach! (reach!) Every 16, my leverage peaks – I
go to bed with' heats! Sleep with' dough; teach a
hoe the
game, but I
keep her bro Give her X
and reefer smoke, now let's get this money! Funny how the
tables turn on ya! – Ya homeboys wanna murder ya! Disturbia! It don't matter the
size, there's an urn for ya My coalition dirtier! – Down to do the
dirty work Rape ya baby mama 'til she violent, find her in the
dirt. (dirt!) Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Nigga crying, don't work! – It just make ya tired! Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! Try it! – You ain't about that, be quiet! (uh!) These brick artists are wired – so what's the
conversation for? !
I
taste money and chase some more – you want me to break the
law? !
(damn!) Life's a
bitch, an ungrateful whore! (whore!) She'll let you see it make you pay for more, the
American way I'm sure! I'm pure! – See my papa was so raw like a
Ki to a
quarter, a O
so ulcer to cold sore! (YEAH!) They been hating as long as a
world tour And if my label gave me the
push! – I
woulda sold more! (more!) It's just me against the
planet in this cold cold war Out the
store 4-4 nigga, how bout yours? !
(yours? !) You are now in the
company of greatness, (uh!) And I
only like green faces – I'm a
racist, let's take it back to the
basics! Before I
got my bracelet. (uh-huh!) My mansion or my spaceships. – And answer all ya hatred! (YEAH!) Louis Vuitton or naked it's the
same ol' G! "MYB! " – Mind Ya Bidness – or ya finished! It's nothing more than a
scrimmage My style wake the
spirits (yeah!) Which I'm – heavenly mirrored this time – they gon' hear it! Miss it! – My heart so cold you'll catch a
draft! (yeah!) Ask the
opposition 'bout him, they doubt him, the
crowds crowd him (uh-huh!) And my mixtapes are magic, patched together like an album! (yeah!) I've been labeled since a
child and I'm black, I'm wild and I'm violent Won't crack a
smile and I'm silent – while the
stacks keep piling. (piliing!) And as the
world keep spinning I
keep styling On a
far deep island, from a
concrete ground and – I'm DROWNIN'! DAMN!