G-Unit - Y'all Ain't Fuckin’ With Us lyrics
[G-Unit - Y'all Ain't Fuckin’ With Us lyrics]
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
Game gggggggg Unit!
See I'm a city boy man I ain't from the South
50 Cent man ya'll niggas ya'll
Know what I'm about
I'm bout my money man I'm on a paper chase
I'll have doc tying your face like a shoelace
See I don't play no games
I'll cut you up mayne
I get tired of hearing you talk
I'll fuck you up mayne
You see me in the club
You know a nigga strapped
Picture me partying
Playing games without my gat
They say the club is a death trap
(why) cause niggas be beefin
And they be thinkin it's cool so they
Be right where they be left at
Wonder why I dress black
Cause there ain't no tellin where I
Gotta bust this Tec at (blah)
That click clack mean get back or get hit
Them niggas tried to rob me
But they ain't get shit
I'm quick with the 45 nigga take that
Then call Game tell him scoot me
In the Maybach G Unit!
Ya'll niggas ain't fuckin with us (nah)
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us homie
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us (nah)
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us G Unit!
It's two thousand and four
New pound in the draw blue powder Azzure
With jewels out of the store
The flashy playboy fools try to ignore
Ya'll gon' make me build a
Pool out of the floor
Before you come back and 'wild
Ask Saddamm for advice cause you gon' be
In the ground for a while
Now my weed is exotic fuck all the basics
Purple haze got my ass stuck in the matrix
Ya'll niggas ain't fuckin with us (nah)
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us homie
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us (nah)
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us G Unit!
When I'm in M i a i'm with my haitian crew
Any beef with G Unit niggas'll
Eat you like Jamaican food
A year ago I was making moves
The closet I ever been to ny was Crush Groove
Now I walk through Manhattan pants saggin
Me and Sha Money tryin to get 50
To put on a pair of khakis
We fuckin niggas up from Compton to Queens
Write what you want you still
Can't sell your magazine bitch
Ya'll niggas ain't fuckin with us (nah)
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us homie
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us (nah)
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us G Unit!
Theres a price on ya head motherfucka
Nigga I'm here to goddamit take the hit
50 what you want me to do nigga lets ride
Nigga I'll only work for Buck anyway
I'll kill him for a dollar
Its all hood Game you in the game
Here come the riches then the bitches
Then the fame my nigga
I see you in the streets I'll
Knock your bitch ass out
G Unit nigga and Yayo home bitch
Gggg gg ggg Unit
Game gggggggg Unit!
See I'm a city boy man I ain't from the South
50 Cent man ya'll niggas ya'll
Know what I'm about
I'm bout my money man I'm on a paper chase
I'll have doc tying your face like a shoelace
See I don't play no games
I'll cut you up mayne
I get tired of hearing you talk
I'll fuck you up mayne
You see me in the club
You know a nigga strapped
Picture me partying
Playing games without my gat
They say the club is a death trap
(why) cause niggas be beefin
And they be thinkin it's cool so they
Be right where they be left at
Wonder why I dress black
Cause there ain't no tellin where I
Gotta bust this Tec at (blah)
That click clack mean get back or get hit
Them niggas tried to rob me
But they ain't get shit
I'm quick with the 45 nigga take that
Then call Game tell him scoot me
In the Maybach G Unit!
Ya'll niggas ain't fuckin with us (nah)
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us homie
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us (nah)
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us G Unit!
It's two thousand and four
New pound in the draw blue powder Azzure
With jewels out of the store
The flashy playboy fools try to ignore
Ya'll gon' make me build a
Pool out of the floor
Before you come back and 'wild
Ask Saddamm for advice cause you gon' be
In the ground for a while
Now my weed is exotic fuck all the basics
Purple haze got my ass stuck in the matrix
Ya'll niggas ain't fuckin with us (nah)
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us homie
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us (nah)
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us G Unit!
When I'm in M i a i'm with my haitian crew
Any beef with G Unit niggas'll
Eat you like Jamaican food
A year ago I was making moves
The closet I ever been to ny was Crush Groove
Now I walk through Manhattan pants saggin
Me and Sha Money tryin to get 50
To put on a pair of khakis
We fuckin niggas up from Compton to Queens
Write what you want you still
Can't sell your magazine bitch
Ya'll niggas ain't fuckin with us (nah)
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us homie
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us (nah)
Ya'll ain't fuckin with us G Unit!
Theres a price on ya head motherfucka
Nigga I'm here to goddamit take the hit
50 what you want me to do nigga lets ride
Nigga I'll only work for Buck anyway
I'll kill him for a dollar
Its all hood Game you in the game
Here come the riches then the bitches
Then the fame my nigga
I see you in the streets I'll
Knock your bitch ass out
G Unit nigga and Yayo home bitch
Gggg gg ggg Unit