Reppin Time

New York City

It's me

GGGGG G-unit

Eh, You better watch your moves

Cause I am not your crew

I'm hoppin' through

Impossible to do what I can do

I found my meal ticket

Made it but I still kick it

Faded but I still notice the hate and learn to deal with it (f**k)

I'm on a level not everybody can get to

They've sent you a pitbull

My beam red, my wrist blue (Uh)

What's up guy? I miss you (what up?)

And until the day I'm with you

I'ma go hard to convince you

And push on like a pimp do (yeah)

If it went down it was meant to (uh huh)

it'll drive you or prevent you

Me with a instrumental makes it sound so simple

I hold the city down

I'm ridin' with the [?] round

Silly clown, I pull the ferrar up and [?] down

And my ceilings round

30 feet off the ground

30 minutes from the slum

run when you hear that sound (pow)

Man y'all done did it now

the hottest kid in town (yeah)

right on your f**king heels (YEAH)

run on and tuck your tails

You thinkin' couple dollars

I'm thinkin' couple mills

So my belt buckles froze

Man I just f**ked these ho's

You see my hearts been cold

Since I was nine years old

Bold, yet underage

Mind on another page

Eyes red as my grades

Stumbling through a phase

Momma did all she could

Shit ain't do no good

See once your lines flat

There aint no comming back

They don't really want no beef (Nah)

They just wanna rap

And that's my point exact

[?] just run and rat

And you'll be behind a cage

A number on a patch

Your destiny's been snatched

Apparently perhaps

I can make my mark with words

remember me through raps

So when I walk up

They'll be all stuck

From the porshe up

What it cost? What

Zero in on my zero's and cough up

(fifty)

Go 'head, let it out

It's ok to look as stupid as you sound, clown

(Banks)

I'm nothing like the ones you've heard

I came right off the curb

Made it big and that's deserved

You niggaz got the nerve

I gave the streets heat

And they livin' each week

The only way we sleep

Is six feet deep

Never bite the hand that feeds

Provides for your needs

We ride till we die

We die pop and bleed

Until they cock and squeeze

I get the [?] with ease

G's turn to millions

Millions turn into properties

I'm on the road to riches

A row full of six's

I'm cold as the pole

Won't fold for these bitches (NAW)

The flows brought the ho's

The ho's brought the shows

The show's brought the glock

The glock brought the drop

The drop brought the cops

The cops brought the cuffs

But I just bought the law

They'll get me out by four

Now holla at ya boy

Boy [?] get the bread

My weed is purple and my eyes is all red.