Hey my nigga, down here in the dirty dirty
We ain’t with that fake rap beef shit
You want to get into it lets go
Talk about me baby get the good and the bad
I ain’t the only motherfucker in the hood without a dad
Its ‘gon take more than the game to get me mad
More to get me high than what you got in that bag
Nigga i’m focused
Ash tray full of roaches
See i’m the player who be cussin’ out his coaches
Lamborghini with the lemonade suede seats
50 Cent helped but the streets made me
Got some niggas that I see with a trick up they sleeve
Might want to take heed
If your ass want to breathe
Fuck how it started nigga this is where it ends
And since we could never be friends
Its like you better let it go
Think about what you doin’
Think about how you movin’
Think about the life you ruinin’
Think you better let it go
Think about the road you takin’
I mean what are you really chasin’ (What you doin’?)
Think about the mistake you makin’
Think you better let it go
.40 Cal in my holster
Me and Sosa
Dripped out and draped up
G Unit sneakers at your motherfuckin’ face bro
Just one nigga thats too hard hustlin’ it gently
To push a Bentley
Me and Hi-C sellin’ niggas keys
By the threes
I give a fuck less I got a strap and a vest
Yes
Bullets goin’ through your face
Another murder face
We on stage gettin’ paid just to rap some bars
G Unit South
Its like you better let it go
Think about what you doin’
Think about how you movin’
Think about the life you ruinin’
Think you better let it go
Think about the road you takin’
I mean what are you really chasin’ (What you doin’?)
Think about the mistake you makin’
Think you better let it go