Lyrics:

Welcome...
To the place I call home...
New York City's own...
Ridin' round on chrome... (uh!)
Even loved to learn the streets...
Or leave 'em alone!
Cause you all alone... Out here in the danger zone. (uh! yeah!)
You don't want the convicts to come through vets (yup!)
Look at your feet make you 1, 2 step - you be Ciara? Yep!
You can scatter - and it might be even badder
If I kicked you on the bound; kick likely in your bladder
I got the whole town hooked over this dope
And I'm a smoke till I'm old as the pope, serial baller remote
I ain' broke, I hit the store with a brick
Yeah! - That's why they playing tug of war with my dick! (dick!)
I used to have big dreams now all of them stripped
Lingerie on silicon ballin' they tit
Niggas wind up in the sky over a dolla
Man I'm a keep it real! (real!) - The most these niggas dyin' over 'nada!
These babies need milk and baby momma's need Prada
And daddy got pride. - That's why he got fried. (uh!)
And it happens every weekend that's why we outside
Buyin' cameras for the store you niggas gon' need more. (uh!)
No need to run! Real beef follows you
Everywhere you go, so
You don't need a hidin' space!
You need a gun! - You need a clique! (clique!)
A lil' heart! (heart!) - And it'll spark
You be a victim of society! (Know how it goes down out here man...)
You better load up your weapon for you come outside (yeah!)
Niggas is scheme on ya man the hood ain' right. - You be a victim of society!
Come take a look at where I come from. (damn, damn!)
Man that's f*cked up what happened to dude?
Shorty all up on his moms boots clappin' the rule
Retaliation from a robbery and back of the school
Left him bodily harmed. - Spin on it through the Gat and the bomb
It goes on out HERE! All day long out HERE!
Pop, pop! BLAAATTT! - It's all I hear!
Watch your back got a town that'd spray at your winners
Right in the parkin' lot like A-Wax and Menace
The money sent us our wave caps to vent us
Maybachs and spinners. - Ray plaques and winners
I'm blowin' dro'! - You know haze black with spinach
If you hit it too hard, you'd be dazed back for minutes
How the hell wrong shit spend days at your dentist
Gettin' your teeth straightened. - Jus' cause you was hatin'! (uh!)
You met your maker. - Now it's time to meet Satan
And your burial is the only thing left and we waitin'. (uh!)
No need to run! Real beef follows you
Everywhere you go, so
You don't need a hidin' space!
You need a gun! - You need a clique! (clique!)
A lil' heart! (heart!) - And it'll spark
You be a victim of society! (Got to be a stupid motherf*cker not to have one out here man...)
You better load up your weapon for you come outside (yeah!)
Niggas is scheme on ya man the hood ain' right. - You be a victim of society!
Stop all that pillow talkin'! (yeah!)
That's how niggas get their shit knocked back...
These industry niggas playin' their row! - He ain't from the street
They underestimate the strong and they pity the weak
Your boy gon' rep the Unit 'till they put 'em to sleep
Gotta bring Vietnam to your hood in a bleek
Before I hop in my Impala with my head in the breeze
I say a prayer for the G's like my homeboy Cheese
There won't be no more pops and no more HP's
Shotty died 'till his hip knockin' on his knees
Man, this is for the niggas in the can with a stretch
For the poor rain! - And a lil' man from the 'jects
With loose cannons they understand that they next
Cause they boxed in. - Caught in a jam and they stressed
I got no problem clippin' a rookie, man you damn near bitch!
All you missin' is the tits and the pussy! (uh!) Yeah!
I go as hard for the chedda
So I sold more records than the whole tError Squad put together. (haha!)
No need to run! Real beef follows you
Everywhere you go, so
You don't need a hidin' space!
You need a gun! - You need a clique! (clique!)
A lil' heart! (heart!) - And it'll spark
You be a victim of society! (You niggas know what it is man...)
You better load up your weapon for you come outside (yeah!)
Niggas is scheme on ya man the hood ain' right. - You be a victim of society!
GGG-GGG- G-Unit!
Yeah!