You're Not Ready
Oh, Oh g-G-G-G-G-G-Unit nigga haha
You say you're ready, you're not ready
We don't shoot no one-on-ones
Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you
Either way, your ass is done
When them shells hit you and they split you
You gon' scream like a bitch
In your dreams it don't feel
How it feels when you're hit
Mama baby boy is a killa
Ain't it funny how them guns get
To pop for the scrilla?
Four bodies at nineteen, man
I love that little nigga
For five grand, niggas'll air the strip out
For ten grand, niggas'll run up in your house
Have you ass tryna talk with a
Gun up in your mouth
New York has taught niggas to
Get money down south
But get knocked in a commonwealth state
Your ass out
Fuck the captain, fuck the sarge
Fuck that kingpin charge, bitch
You say you're ready, you're not ready
We don't shoot no one-on-ones
Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you
Either way, your ass is done
When them shells hit you and they split you
You gon' scream like a bitch
In your dreams it don't feel
How it feels when you're hit
When my warriors come out and play
I'm Osirus
I eat, sleep, shit and catch niggaritis
And beat niggas down like
The turtles on Rikers
I'm a cheap-ass connect with
Some high-ass prices
I been totin' four-fours and MAC-10s
Since Tim Dog was on Ron G 10
I'm the nigga on the strip
That make friends relapse
I'm the nigga on the strip
That's a walking G pack
You say you're ready, you're not ready
We don't shoot no one-on-ones
Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you
Either way, your ass is done
When them shells hit you and they split you
You gon' scream like a bitch
In your dreams it don't feel
How it feels when you're hit
I don't bash woman
But I'll throw a bitch in a sleeper
I been this way since Rakim
Was kicking a speaker
You can fly on holidays
Like Christmas and Easter
You only wear yellow ice if
You piss in the freezer
I'll put your partner in a case
For barkin' off of base
You suppose to be getting money
Shake that carpet off your face
I'm in the place, top runner in the race
Nike fanatic
Spent spring-summer winnin' rings
Look what happened to Ma$e
I hope you see them same light as him
My tape pound from me
Put you on tubes and vitamins
I might've been slumped in the G5 drunk and
Thumpin' The Chronic one
Ridin' with the trunk shakin'
I'm on the run from a marriage
The ring with the carats
I'm done with the average
Give me someone established
I'm performing if they come with the karats
These bitches want my son in their carriage
But want 'em feelin' dumb and embarrassed
Bitch (Nigga)
Bummy-ass niggas
None of y'all fucking with us, man (Ha ha ha)
G-Unit
Hottest niggas out in the streets right now
Tell them niggas
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo (Ha ha ha)
The General, 50 Cent, nigga
(yeah, you heard him motherfucker)
Go ahead and scream my name, nigga
Go ahead, say something so I can fuck you up