Lyrics:

G-G-Unit! haha, yo, yo

I need no introduction, everybody
Heard of 50 Cent, and heard of G-Unit
I'm not Hi-Tek and I'm not Kweli (Kweli)
You see me in the club
You better tell the bouncers to treat me special, I'm somebody
Cause I get on that jack, in 5 minutes flat
Niggas'll come back, shoot up your party (party)
If I don't have fun, nobody havin' none
I'm tryin' to holla at ya, come here shorty (shorty)
Shout out to my nigga Juvie, Wacko, Skip
Buck, my niggas from New Orleans, wodie (wodie)
If we on the same page, when you see me on stage
You gonna throw your hands up, and you gonna applaud me ('plaud me)
You know how I get, I'm still on that bullshit, nigga, nigga

I run around with the trey pound like it's a sport
And call my name in the bench, while I sit in court
I got a million-dollar smile and a fist full of pesos
And the wrist so icy, it could light up a stage show
In the club, nigga, I stay holdin'
'Cause I'm on point for them wolves, and sheep clothin'
I play the bar with a double shot of Henny
'Cause after this spot, it's cheaters, and envy
(Shorty if you feel a nigga, call me)

Yeah, Banks, yeah
Look you ain't got to like me, that's cool, I don't give a fuck
Quality time ain't gonna put me in a bigger truck
Fuck kids, it ain't my turn to be stressed
A bitch worse nightmare is a paternity test
I'm too young to be faithful
If money means love, I hate you
I only trick on the first of April
Holla at me, if you thugged out shorty ready to fight you
Dice, roll a blunt, and pull the snub out for me
And if you're not don't even call me
-- Synced by NoMan --