Betta ask somebody
by G-Unit
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[50 Cent]
I, know, you, know
I´m, on, fiiiii-re
[Chorus] :
If, you don´t know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
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
[Lloyd Banks]
I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
Now I´m rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here niggaz´ll do anything to reach a buck
Cause when you broke you can´t afford to fuck 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 nigga 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 niggaz hate but I´ll be damned if they hold me down
Front niggaz 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 nigga 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 nigga
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
Uhh, they never seen 26´s on a Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some niggaz 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
Fuck 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]
[50 Cent]
Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is understood
I made a nigga 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 nigga, 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
Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we´re on that same bullshit
Same forty-cally glock, same full clip
Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
I´m a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me
[Chorus]
I, know, you, know
I´m, on, fiiiii-re
[Chorus] :
If, you don´t know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
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
[Lloyd Banks]
I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
Now I´m rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here niggaz´ll do anything to reach a buck
Cause when you broke you can´t afford to fuck 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 nigga 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 niggaz hate but I´ll be damned if they hold me down
Front niggaz 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 nigga 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 nigga
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
Uhh, they never seen 26´s on a Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some niggaz 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
Fuck 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]
[50 Cent]
Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is understood
I made a nigga 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 nigga, 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
Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we´re on that same bullshit
Same forty-cally glock, same full clip
Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
I´m a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me
[Chorus]
