G-Unit - I'm So Sorry lyrics

50 Cent uh lloyd Banks uh (yeah)
Young Buck uh (uhu) game nigga, G-Unit
It's easy man it's easy man

Ayo, I switch my hustle, no more dice games
Dilemmas you see blood in the snow
After the shots in December niggas is broke
That's why they stay ice-grilling
I'm in the Aspens, laughing, snowmobiling
With a beautiful bitch, she's chocolate
Athletic
Ass poke out like Serena, ask Banks
He's seen her
Plus she's hood - she ain't Hollywood
Remind me of Trina
D's come, shorty even down to hold out a nina
G stands for gangster
UNIT stand for 'U Niggas In Trouble'
Better lock and load on the double g-UNIT!

I'm so sorry niggas all fucked up they ain't


Getting money in the hood i'm so sorry
I lied to you, say I
Let you hold something homie, if I could
I'm so sorry
I can't help you out nigga, nah, I could
But I don't want to help you out, nigga
I'm so, I'm so sorry

I'm in that '67 glasshouse
In and out of lanes murder on my mind
Old English running through my veins
I think about Eazy and to ease my pain
I drink a 40oz g-Unit soaking in the rain
I came into this world both feet in the dirt
No purple label, no button-up shirts
No harm intended, no subliminal disses
But hard facts separate the
Men from the bitches
I would of popped your ass if
I thought you was worthy
Looking like Boy George in
That Larry Bird jersey buck pass the dutch
I'm blowing that Bob Marley hop off the G-4
Let's have a Boston tech party g-UNIT!

I'm so sorry
You niggas don't sound that good when
You step in the booth i'm so sorry
Nigga that it hurts but goddamnit
You know it's the truth i'm so sorry
That seeing me do good is
Making your punk-ass sick i'm so sorry
That I ain't got room for all
You niggers on my dick i'm so sorry

A snap of a finger, make your guys cripple
I came up with this on the shitter, nigga
I handlebars like a bicycle
Scars make your eyes trickle
As stiff as a icicle
The mufflers silence the Lamb
That's why I whistle
Fire your stylists, you know that's wrong
For letting you put that Footlocker noback on
Around here
Niggas get shot for performing that song
The hoes cut their eyebrows off
And draw them back on
They're trying to merk me yo
That's why 50 bought me a Trey Pound
With a nose longer than Pinocchio
Pop shit, I'll stroke your slut
And as soon as her mouth open up
What? Same colour as Coconut!

I'm so sorry you ain't from Compton
You ain't got a 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 out of line
I'll personally fuck you up i'm so sorry

We don't chase no hoes
You dream about it while we're making dough
I'll have a hundred fucking Haitians
Come and cut your throat
I still touch the dope
Nigga, my ears to the street
I got some niggas from your
Own hood working for me
You've got your hand out
Can't even bail your man out real know real
Because the bitch niggas stand out
Nobody gon' miss you when the
Desert Eagle hit you just do like Pac said
Pour out a little liquor
Picture getting your chest blown open and
No one there to save you
Your momma got to wake
Up making funeral arrangements
You know who to play with
And we ain't the ones
This G-Unit shit is deeper than
Prick in your thumb motherfucker

Yeah i wanna take the time out to
Apologise to all ya'll niggas
That put records out this year
That didn't sell no records, you know
I'm so sorry, hahaha
Ah man, I don't even know how to explain it
Pimp you can't get no money while I'm around
Just to save shit like the block
All I did is switch my hustle motherfucker