Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chest Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops A thug nigga screamin Westside, bustin double glocks Hittin corners in my Chevy Surburban Liquor got me drivin up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm livin in hell Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jail Gettin world-wide exposure with a bunch of niggaz that don't give a FUCK, ridin as my soldiers I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin I murdered all them bustas now I'm the last motherfucker breathin
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G-G-G-unit! Coming Straight Outta Compton, Lace Up My G-6's, And I'm A-Town Stomping Got Ten Thousand Cash In My Pocket, Let The Pump In, Cuz Luda And Young Buck Always Getting Me Into Somethin' Low Rider Out Front, I'm Trying To Get Into Somethin' Step On Banks Shoe One More Time And Im'a Start Busting Rolls Gold In My Grill, I Gotta Dirty Mouth And A Bitch With A Fat Ass From The Dirty, Dirty South I Wasn't Trying To Get The Cover Of The Double XL Just Trying To Fuck Mia, Cuz Dre. Said Sex Sells Don't Be Mad At The Rocks In My Fucking Chain Don't Be Mad Cuz Your Bitch Chose Buck And Game You See The Logo Tatted On My Necklace Same One I'm Autographing On The Chest Put Your Bottles In The Air For Yayo, He On House Arrest And On Behalf Of 50 Cent This Is G-Unit West.