Featuring: 50 Cent
Songwriter: DJ Whoo Kid 50 Cent
Producer: DJ Whoo Kid
[Intro: 50 Cent]
C'mon (Whoo Kid)
Yeah
This is just my intro
It's serious, man
This is serious radio right here (Shade 45, uh)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit Radio (Shit)
Hah, hah
[?] you know, just a little somethin', somethin' (Eminem)
[Verse: 50 Cent]
You screaming your gun jam
Nigga, your gun ain't jam, nigga
[?] your bitch ass ran
You screaming your gun jam
I know your type, fam
You pussy, I understand
You screaming your gun jam
You run when it's shots fired
Scared to fuckin' death of that hollow tip diet
[?] Unit after niggas get sprayed up
To make a [?] in the third floor when you laid up
[?] make sure your bills get paid up
So it's 9-1-1 when you see my gun
[?], nigga, the police know me
It's 'cause of this rap shit I'm rich now, homie
Man, when you're not around, I got your bitch all on me
She wanna be my wife now, she like my lifestyle
[?] it's the sweetest taboo
I play something smooth when I stunt in my coupe, ooh
You know these niggas ain't like me
Everything I say I got in these raps, I got me
Cars, the cribs, the jewels, the tools
The 9's, the TECs, the Mac's, ooh
The burners, the gats, man, if you confuse
I send a nigga from my hood to put a hole in you
I rock G-Unit hats, hoodies and shoes
Got G-Unit tatted on my bitch too
I drink G-Unit water, watching G-Unit porn
This is Shade 45, nigga, G-Unit on
[Outro]
What?
Fuck the CEOs
Fuck all of 'em making money off of niggas
They just mad, yeah, yo, 'cause they can't make no money off of you
They was makin' up a percentage off of your head every day in there
Now you're making off for them
Fuck 'em, yeah, yo
C'mon (Whoo Kid)
Yeah
This is just my intro
It's serious, man
This is serious radio right here (Shade 45, uh)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit Radio (Shit)
Hah, hah
[?] you know, just a little somethin', somethin' (Eminem)
[Verse: 50 Cent]
You screaming your gun jam
Nigga, your gun ain't jam, nigga
[?] your bitch ass ran
You screaming your gun jam
I know your type, fam
You pussy, I understand
You screaming your gun jam
You run when it's shots fired
Scared to fuckin' death of that hollow tip diet
[?] Unit after niggas get sprayed up
To make a [?] in the third floor when you laid up
[?] make sure your bills get paid up
So it's 9-1-1 when you see my gun
[?], nigga, the police know me
It's 'cause of this rap shit I'm rich now, homie
Man, when you're not around, I got your bitch all on me
She wanna be my wife now, she like my lifestyle
[?] it's the sweetest taboo
I play something smooth when I stunt in my coupe, ooh
You know these niggas ain't like me
Everything I say I got in these raps, I got me
Cars, the cribs, the jewels, the tools
The 9's, the TECs, the Mac's, ooh
The burners, the gats, man, if you confuse
I send a nigga from my hood to put a hole in you
I rock G-Unit hats, hoodies and shoes
Got G-Unit tatted on my bitch too
I drink G-Unit water, watching G-Unit porn
This is Shade 45, nigga, G-Unit on
[Outro]
What?
Fuck the CEOs
Fuck all of 'em making money off of niggas
They just mad, yeah, yo, 'cause they can't make no money off of you
They was makin' up a percentage off of your head every day in there
Now you're making off for them
Fuck 'em, yeah, yo