G-Unit - G-UNIT FREESTYLE ON HOT 97 W/ FUNK FLEX | Текст песни

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[Intro:]
[Flex:] Okay!
[Tony Yayo:] We takin' over!
[50 Cent:] Yeah! 50 Cent! Aaaah!
[Tony Yayo:] Yeah!
[50 Cent:] Who shot ya?
[Tony Yayo:] Yeah! Yeah!
[Tony Yayo:] GGG- G-Unit!
[50 Cent:] Who shot ya? Check it out!
[Tony Yayo:] Come on!
[50 Cent:] YO! YO! Yoooo!
[Tony Yayo:] Uh-huh!
[50 Cent:] Yeah! I got a big gun, here we gon' flat!

[50 Cent, (Tony Yayo) {Lloyd Bank$}:]
\"If Dead Men Could Talkin'\" to sleep and your homie told you who got him. (GOT HIM!)
Would you have the heart to shoot the nigga that shot him, (SHOT HIM!)
Huh? - Or would you start switchin' up? (YEAH!)
You think about the penitentiary, you're bitchin' up!
What if he said money ain't everything - the hood raised us wrong?
What it takes to get your money long, but look I'm gone! (LOOK I'm GONE!)
Would that - touch your heart, have you feelin funny inside? (INSIDE!)
Would that be enough to make your punk ass ride? (RIDE!)
What if he gave you a lil' list of things to do? (THINGS TO DO!)
Said he wouldn't have to die! - He could live through you.
Would you - load your Gats and get ready ro ride? (READY TO RIIIDE?)
Or would you - lock the door at your crib and hide? (CRIB AND HIIDE!)
It's a cold world even when it's hot outside. (WHAT ELSE?)
Wether sunshine or rain, you still feel pain (STILL FEEL PAIN, COME ON!) [explode]
Hit him cause he was your strength! - Now you in a daze (SOUTHSIDE!)
Your homie turnin' over in his grave. - Cause you PUSSY!
Ya'll know who killed him, filled him!
With the Lugars from they Rugers or they Deserts!
Them boys smoked your homie, you ain't gon' do nothin' back (BACK!) {Naaah! }
Not even if he told you, you next to get clapped. (NEXT TO GET CLAPPED, COME ON!)
It don't take much for them shells to make the best of you (MAKE THE BEST OF YOU!)
Your peoples gon' probably cremate and burn the rest of you. (REST OF YOU!)

[Interlude: 50 Cent]
YEAH!
GET 'EM!
C'MON! YO, YO, YO! YO!

[Tony Yayo (50 Cent):]
Yo it's T-O-N-Y Y-A-Y-O
You light on the .fo'-fo' and light up your Tahoe! (WHOOOOOOOO!)
Bag it! Chop it! The D's in the blenders (uh-huh!)
So my Coupe got TV's - and Latrell spinnas. (YEAH!)
I'm a \"Hustler\" like Larry Flynt! - Fly pimp!
In bulletproof bomber minks with chinchilla prints. (uh-huh!)
I catch stunts like Evel Knievel
I got that Diesel and that X! - And I'm not Vin Diesel! (uh-huh!)
Yo I know you love the choppy flow the rocks they glow, (FUNK FLEX!)
I have your man laid up in the hospital. (Hahaaa!) [explode]
He wasn't thinking with his mind he wasn't logical!

[Interludes:]
[Tony Yayo:] What? Yo! Oh, my God
[Lloyd Bank$:] Switch the beat! [scratches]
[Tony Yayo:] YEAH!
[50 Cent:] Switch it! Uh-huh! Yeah! Funk Flex!
[Lloyd Bank$:] It can get ugly, yeah?
[Tony Yayo:] It's can get real ugly! G-UNIT! SouthSide!
[50 Cent:] Yeah! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!

[50 Cent (Tony Yayo):]
Son Wise came home Far Rock edge men; I figured I'd drop in
Bless him with a little short change to go shopping! (YEAH!)
Plus it don't wait! - Elevator shitty staircase pissy
His sister ran hugging on a nigga she miss me! (whooo!)
And my momma living room
Sit painted till he was pissy! [beat changes to Puff Daddy's: \"All About The Benjamins\".]

[Interludes:]
[50 Cent:] Yeah! Tell 'em! Uh-huh! Let's go! Let's go!
[Tony Yayo:] Lloyd Bank$; get 'em Bank$.
[Lloyd Bank$:] It can get ugly! Look! Yeah!
[50 Cent:] Lloyd Bank$!
[Tony Yayo:] G-UNIT!

[Lloyd Bank$, (50 Cent) {Tony Yayo}:]
Look! - Now I'm done off the liquor and back grabbing a stripper
Strapping to stay out that black bag with a zipper! (uh-huh!) {Whooo! }
You slacking so I'm a blast past even quicker (What?)
Without radio air play or ads on a sticker! (Whoooo!)
Nigga I'm blowing brocolli in a Tahoe
The kid with more punches than Rocky and Apollo (uh-huh!) I'm cockier tomorrow, {Ohhhh! }
Pop you with a bottle!
Haters wanna pop me with a hollow (Funk Flex!) nigga can't stop me is my motto! {LLOYD BANk$ NIGGA! }
I will not be gettin' followed. - I roll with an entourage {G-UNIT! }
And follow you and put holes in your aunts garage! (GGG!) {YEAH! } [explode]
Niggas wanna stomp they hoes!
Cause they fiancee chose, my next victim is Beyoncé Knowles! (uh-huh!) {YEAH! }
My whole neck and arm stay froze
I'm beyond they shows thirty thousand we on 8 roads! (Whooooo)
When we leave from back stage kids be on they clothes {WHAT ELSE? }
It seems she gotta little on the all gray 'bos! {COME ON! }
And what I gotta jet for? - I should start up a bidness
Cause I get rid of more {BIRDS THAN A PET STORE! } (AAAAHHHHHHH!)
? pop a board up! - And filin' with? {SOUTHSIDE WHERE YOU AT RIGHT NOW? }
See it from the next mail! (uh-huh!)
Poppa said handcuffing the hoes is a sin
I came straight out the gutter like a {ROLLING PEN! }
You gonna need hella doctors (haha!)
My whole team get around with choppers! - And I don't mean helicopters! (Keep goin'!) {YEAH! }
I make a move down tougher with it? {I CAN'T WAIT FLEX! } (Hahahaha!)
? here. {I'm, I'm REALLY HYPE RIGHT HERE! } (Hahahahah!)
? cause you mad
Pro'ly gotta lock them and sayin' {YEAH! } (Yo, you know Yayo know what's up!)
I did not? block like a soccer player!

[Tony Yayo (50 Cent):]
Check my resume homie we got A-1 felonies (Whoooo!)
But nigga we stars you know A list celebrities. ('TIES!)
Rap and street stuff it's all the same [explode]
I realized that when 50 snatched Ja's chain! (UH-HUH!)
Ya screaming: \"Murder! \" - But your things don't pop! (uh-huh!)
You can catch me at Hollis at the hero shop! (HERO SHOP!)
I got a long Desert Eagle like Robocop
That spit 200 yards and make a hippo drop. (HAAAHHHH!)
Yo we natural born killers! G-Unit Gorillas!
Clap at me homie I'll chop off your fingers! (AAAAHHHHH!)

[Interludes:]
[Flex:] Tony Yayo!
[Tony Yayo:] OH, MY GOD!
[50 Cent:] Ayo! Hahaha!
[Tony Yayo:] Switch the beat Flex, I'm hydrolic!
[50 Cent:] YEAH!
[Flex:] Tony Yayo!
[Tony Yayo:] I'm feelin' it!
[Flex:] G-UNIT!
[Tony Yayo:] Lloyd Bank$!
[Flex:] Cowards. SouthSide!
[Tony Yayo:] YEAH!
[Flex:] STAND UP!
[Lloyd Bank$:] The block!
[50 Cent:] New York City! [beat changes to Mobb Deep & Big Noyd's: \"The Learning (Burn)\".]
[Tony Yayo:] We got ice-climb down stand sissies!
[50 Cent:] New York City! You're now rockin' with' 50 Cent!
[Tony Yayo:] BLING!
[50 Cent:] You turned into the G-Unit Radio! Uh-huh!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Bank$ is sayin' it's can get ugly!
[50 Cent:] Here we go, Funk Flex!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Yeah!
[50 Cent:] Get 'em Bank$!
[Lloyd Bank$:] It's the block!
[50 Cent:] Take 'em to the block!
[Tony Yayo:] Next!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Yeah! Look!
[Tony Yayo:] Where you at!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Yeah! Yeah! Look!

[Lloyd Bank$, (50 Cent) {Tony Yayo}:]
I still walk around with' the Hammer boss;
Rope and a cross, hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus.
Your mountains is high - holdin' in Diana Ross (uh-huh!)
I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche.
I don't gotta hide sluts, {OH, GOD! } to get your ties cut
They on my dick, 'cause I make flat! [scratches]

[Interludes:]
[Tony Yayo:] Oh, my God! Yo!
[50 Cent:] G-UNIT! G-UNNIIT!
[Tony Yayo:] Yo, we takin' over. This is my turn!

[Tony Yayo (50 Cent):]
In New York you get stalked like a snake's prey
Yo the streets is a battlefield you die any day! (DIE ANY DAY!)
Some cry on they knees when they pray (PRAY!)
All you hear is he said, she said around the way. (SHE SAID AROUND THE WAY!)
I'm in the no fly zone private hide away (uh-huh!)
Tryna prolly with my sons like it's Father's Day! (FATHER'S DAY!)
When my revolver spray you better andalay (ANDALAY!)
I take ya moms away writin' rhymes 'till my arms decay. (ARMAS DECAY!)
On mics I'm dynamite like Jay Jay (JAY JAY!)
Listen hombre! - I glisten in broad day.
The Feds got me framed in a picture (PICTURE!)
Cause I got my chick trained to hit ya! (TRAINED TO HIT YA!) - Like Amy Fisher!
Let a slugs fly at a bug eyed judicier (JUDICIER!)
Play Fat Cat and I'll strip you for your whiskers. (STRIP YOU FOR YOU WISHKERS!)
We move Fishscale you messin' with Fish Yay (FISH YAY!)
Make cars fish tail when we shoot at them brakes!
We pop Mo's! And pop bouncers! (BOUNCERS!)
In the club we pay off them bouncers to lay off the Tray Pounders! (LAY OFF THE TRAY POUNDERS!)
When the cops raid the crib they want the houses (HOUSES!)
Fed times - head lines - read about us. (READ ABOUT US!)
Follow my fathers footsteps! - Why bother? (WHY BROTHER!)
Charter a few leer jets, we got the Ganja! (WE GOT THE GANJA!)
Never had a seed but I please your baby mama, (BABY MAMA!)
Lick her on her knees but she's on Dolce Gabbanna! (GABBANA!)
Put her on a track too ten niggas want her (WANT HER!)
Flaunt her! - Get my cheese back on the corner! (ON THE CORNER!)
Nigga get a glance, hit the free lance performer (FREE LANCE PERFORMER!)
Heaven and hell will prevail when I'm a goner! (PREVAIL WHEN I'm A GONER!)

[Interludes:]
[50 Cent:] One time!
[Tony Yayo:] Yeah!
[50 Cent:] That's Tony Yayo!
[Tony Yayo:] Yeah!
[50 Cent:] Lloyd Bank$ come on! Come on!
[Tony Yayo:] 50 you can retire whenever you ready!

[Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent) & {Tony Yayo}:]
I'm in the