The Game - Im So Sorry (feat. G-Unit) | Текст песни

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(Feat. Llody Banks, Young Buck & The Game)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
50 cent, uh
Llod banks,uh
Young Buck, uh
Game Nigga~ G-UNIT

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
haha its easy man, its easy man
Ay yo I switch my hustle, no more dice games dillemas you see blood
In the snow after the shots in december
Niggas is broke thats why they stay ice grillin
I'm in the aspens laughin snow mobilin
With a beautiful bitch she chocolate athletic
Ass poke out like serena asks banks he seen her
Plus she hood she aint hollywood remind me of trina
D's come shorti even down to hold down a nena
G stand for gangsta unit stand for u niggaz in trouble
Better lock and load on the double

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Im so sorry
Niggaz all fucked up they aint gettin money in the hood
I'm So Sorry
I lied to ya say I let you hold something homey if I could
I'm so sorry

[50 talking:]
You know I could but i dont wanna help you out nigga
Im SO sorry

[Verse 2: The Game]
I'm in that 6,7 glass house
In and out of lanes
Murder on my mind
Old english runnin through my veins
I think about easy and it eases my pain
I drink a 40 ounce g unit soakin in the rain
I came into this world both feet in the dirt
No purple label no button up shirt
No harm intended no subliminal disses
But hard facts seperate the men from the bitches
I would popped your ass if I thought you was worthy
Lookin like boy george in that larry bird jersey
Buck pass the dutch im blowin that bob marley
Hop off the G-4 lets have a boston tech party G-UNIT

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm so sorry
You niggas dont sound that good when you step in the booth
I'm So sorry
Nigga that it hurt but god dammit u kno its da truth
I'm So Sorry
You see me do good its makin your punk ass sick
I'm so sorry
That I aint got room for all you niggas on my dick
I'm so Sorry

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks:]
Yeah
A snap of a finger will make you guys cripple
I came up with this on the shitta, nigga
I handle bars like a bicycle
Stars make your eyes trickle
As stiff as an icecycle
The muffalas the sounds of land thats why i whistle
Fire your stylists you know dats wrong
For letting you put that foot locker noback on
Around here niggas get shot for performin that song
And hoes cut they eyebrows off and draw them back on
They try to merk me yo
Thats why 50 bought me a trey pound with a nose longer then pinnchio
Pop shit I stroke your slut
And soon as her mouth open up what?
Same color as coconut

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm so Sorry
You aint from compton you aint gotta flow like game
I'm so sorry
you aint lloyd banks mixtape artist of the year man
I'm so sorry
You aint young buck you dont let the gun buck son you butt
I'm so sorry
You get outta line ill personally come fuck you up

[Verse 4: Young Buck]
We dont chase no hoes
We dream about it while we make the dough
I'll have a hundred fuckin hatiains come and cut your throat
I still touch the dough
Niggas my ears to the street
I got niggas from your own hood workin for me
You got ya hand out
Can't even bail your man out
Real know real cuz the bitch niggas stand out
Nobody gonna miss you when the dessert eagle hits you
Just do like pac said pour out a little liquor
Picture gettin your chest blown open and no one there to save ya
You momma gotta wake up makin funeral arrangements
You kno who to play with and we aint the ones
This G-unit shit is deeper than a prick in your thumb motha fuckas

[50 talking:]
Yeah I wanna take the time out to apologize to all yall niggas
That put out records this year and didnt sell no records I'm so sorry
Hahaha oh man I dont even know

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