Bad Luck

G Unit if it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have luck
If it wasn't for doing bad I
Wouldn't know about doing good
It ain't safe down here in my hood
It could be a beautiful day
And you'll get hit by strays

This is what you do
If a nigga stealing money out the crew
Cut eight of his fingers off and
Leave a nigga with two
Destinys beef it's always escalate
In the future
You ain't tough cause ten probably
Aiming to shoot ya
Puss enough to make a neighborhood
Bum pick up a pistol
Fill the clip up and hit you
In the face or use the pistol
All it takes is aim a nigga
Really tried to diss you
It's gon' be an issue
If you don't fry his tissue
What's a crack head thinking 'bout right
Before he takes a hit
Hell if I know probablly a whole
Lot of mistakes and shit
What the fuck makes a nigga
Want to have a relationship
When I could have a Caucasian, Spanish
Or Asian chick
Nigga you could run but the lights'll beat ya
Put red dots on you like a slice of pizza
Got a groupie on my lap
Nigga sun roof top nigga
Chilling on the scene with the gangsta lean

This shit is real drama in the
Hood boy you better stay strapped
You need to wear a vest
Shit it's on like that
Niggas you think is cool'll stab
You in the back i know for a fact

I got a Gem Star that'll open ya face
The Mac'll make you open the safe
I'm walking around with a open case
Ya'll been on my dick a long time thanks
Now I'm a introduce you to
My man get 'em Banks

You might catch Banks in the city
With that blue and gray shit
Ropes as thick as the ones
They hung slaves with
Shorty ain't ya wife dog I'm blazin' after ya
Got rocks on my neck from a cave in Africa
Just bought a new bitch got
Beige and black in her
Police watching us like an Asian Trafficer
Go ahead front I'm dying to poke ya hater
And put a patch on your
Eye like an Oakland Raider
I ain't got a silencer just a Solt Potater
I seen ya wife you had to
Be on coke to date her
It's a problem when I get in
So if it's hate in ya blood you better
Find a way to hold that shit in

I'm lying to these hoes
So if you bust in my room you'd
Probably catch a bitch trying to propose
From a block bang out I
Caught iron in my clothes
Stuck without my wratchet
Buck in my bread basket
Ear drums soft from lead to
Bounce off the floor injured
My leg in traffic
Headed towards the Mackland
But it's hard as hell to walk a straight
Line when ya eyeballs doing back flips
Duck from the SK Special
Or I'm a leave ya fucking shirt
Looking like the ese's dressed you
It'll be a case when I catch you
I'm putting holes in ya face like a pretzel
Make jakes have to sketch you
Arm and legs'll break the same
Time your neck do throw you off a projects
For fucking with my set
I know you hate me and would like to jump me
Cause I play around acres
Like Michael's monkey
You ain't hurtin' me in Air Force
Cause my Nikes is comfy
Catch me out in the country
With lights and company
She can't be thirsty because all
Night she drunk me see I made it convince me
She's better than Lewinski
What's the sense of holdin' on
The metal if it's empty?
You need shells in 'em
To leave swells in 'em
Catch Banks at the top of the globe
Pocket of dough rocks in the low
Lockin' and load cock and explode
I grew up pops and a O
Mix match socks on my sole cops on a stroll
Spendin' knots on my gold
I got Ns in my jeans for Benzes and screens
Cause I take money like vending machines
I used to stick pens in my jeans
Now I got beams
That'll leave you bending with screams
Pressure turns men to Marines
King pins to pussys
And hard rocks into milk and cookies
Motherfuckers