G-unot Killa Lyrics

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[Interlude:]
People do say I'm Cocky.
Some say I need to good weapons; some say... I talk too much, but...
Anything that I say: "I'm volumin' back-up! "

[Intro:]
G-UUUUUNIT!
Gangbangeeeeers!
Alchemist!
The S-P-I! Yeah!
That's what I do! YEEEEEEEAAAAAAHH!
HAAAAAAH! (Haahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!)

[Verse 1:]
You tryna act like me, but not quit me my coin, (QUIT MY COIN!)
And you gon' f*ck my bitch, but don't quit my rhyme!
It's just my time! You can't fight my shine!
I talk better 'bout you an' you like my lines! (THAT'S IT!)
You sound like the type to be 'round this bitch! (niggaa!)
I sound like the champion, wanna find this nitch!
And you don't gonna win that shit, just lose yo' fans!
And if even worste make outta town; to yo' few of Lambs! (niggaa!)
I know the West on my shoulders, so wraist my back, (GRRR!)
Puts in the lies to can self Loc fakes to fact!
I tryna find new places to place of plaques,
It don't do it another record, why waist the wacks? (G-UUNIT!)
You are not a Piru! You are not a B.G.!
You just love Hip-Hop and watched a lot of TV!
The ex-West on my mind and it'll laid me mouth,
I heard you "300 Bars", and it made me mad! (Haahahahahahahahaaaaahhh!)
You did another diss song, and ain't said me yet, Must be have a flashbacks for they be mad! (Uh-huh!)
'Til next still be man, but you ain't forget:
"Tell me what the low kids if ain't the shit? " (niggaa!)
Under the hold gon' top - I can see you hot!
It's just G-Unit Crip (G-UUUNIT!) and that G-Unot!
Let's get work mo' thing, clear the day,
"You ain't bring the West back", you just clear my way! (YO!)
Open Youkmouth show! You know the S the psych,
Hand back, sold the world to be lession lie!
You ain't a gangbang nigga, you'sa Compton dones
Yo' whole album ain't dog to say: "POP-YUM ONE! " (nigga!)
Niggas I hear, know - you'sa facing actor
Hit you quit, tryna act like Big Fase a factor!
Don't know, if you ever claim Crip or not!
But ever dance, want naked on a stripper spot!
When they say so - and yo' polish is a lay-low
Just it's a Piracle of the key globe.
Play basketball, you don't bang with' Bloods!
You a thug like Eastwood and hangin' clubs!

[Outro:]
Y'all niggas know, how they feelin' about him!
Nowhere nigga!
Matter fact, Eastwood know where the f*ck is you from nigga!
BlackWall Street I guess...
Haha-ha!
Original... M-O-B!
So you just jump in that Pi-Piru on tha window!
I'm the sayin'...
Jayceon... Doja!
Stop it Cause! [echoes] [beat stops]

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