I'm So Sorry

50 cent, uh

Llod banks,uh

Young Buck, uh

Game Nigga~ G-UNIT

Ha, ha, it's easy man, it's easy man

Ay yo I switch my hustle, no more dice games dillemas you see blood

In the snow after the shots in december

Niggas is broke that's why they stay ice grillin'

I'm in the aspens laughin' snow mobilin'

With a beautiful bitch she chocolate athletic

Ass poke out like serena asks banks he seein' her

Plus she hood she ain't hollywood remind me of trina

D's come shorty even down to hold my beretta

G stand for gangsta unit stand for you niggaz in trouble

Better lock and load on the ground YEAH!

Chorus:

I'm so sorry

Niggaz all fucked up they ain't gettin' money in the hood

I'm So Sorry

I lied to ya say I let you hold something homey if I could

I'm so sorry

50 talking: You know I could but I don't wanna help you out nigga

I'm SO sorry

Game:

I'm in that 6,7 glass house

In and out of lanes

Murder on my mind

Old English runnin' through my veins

I think about easy and it eases my pain

I drink a 40 ounce g unit soakin' in the rain

I came into this world both feet in the dirt

No purple label no button up shirt

No harm intended to subliminal disses

But hard facts seperate the men from the bitches

I would popped your ass if I thought you was worthy

lookin' like boy george in that larry bird jersey

Buck pass the dutch I'm blowin that bob marley

Hop off the G-4 let's have a boston tech party G-UNIT

50 Chorus:

I'm so sorry

You niggas don't sound that good when you step in the booth

I'm So sorry

nigga did it hurt but god dammit you kno' it's da truth

I'm So Sorry

to see me do good it's makin' your punk ass sick

I'm so sorry

that I ain't got room for all you niggas on my dick

I'm so Sorry

Lloyd Banks: Yeah

A snap of a finger will make you guys cripple

I came up with this on the shitta, nigga

I handle bars like a bicycle

Stars make your eyes trickle

As stiff as an icecycle

The muffalas the sounds of land that's why I whistle

Fire your stylists you know that's wrong

For letting you put that foot locker noback on

Around here niggas get shot for performin that song

And hoes cut they eyebrows off and draw them back on

They try to merk me yo

That's why 50 bought me a trey pound with a nose longer then pinnchio

Pop shit I stroke your slut

And soon as her mouth open up what?

Same color as coconut

50 Chorus:

I'm so Sorry

You ain't from compton you ain't gotta flow like game

I'm so sorry

You ain't Lloyd Banks mixtape artist of the year man

I'm so sorry

You ain't young buck you don't let the gun buck son you butt

I'm so sorry

you get outta line ill personally come fuck you up

Young Buck:

We don't chase no hoes

We dream about it while we make the dough

I'll have a hundred fuckin hatiains come and cut your throat

I still touch the dough

Niggas my ears to the street

I got niggas from your own hood workin' for me

You got ya hand out

Can't even bail your man out

Real know real cuz the bitch niggas stand out

Nobody gonna miss you when the dessert eagle hits you

Just do like pac said pour out a little liquor

Picture gettin' your chest blown open and no one there to save ya

You momma gotta wake up makin' funeral arrangements

You know who to play with and we ain't the ones

This G-unit shit is deeper than a prick in your thumb motha fuckas

50 talking: yeah I wanna take the time out to apologize to all y'all niggas

That put out records this year and didn't see none I'm so sorry

Ha, ha, ha oh man I don't know how to explain it how we get that money man h

Ha, ha

I just say shit I swith my hustle motha fucka