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I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiya
I ain't tryin to hear ***, I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'*** get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm gon' load my *** then *** my ***
*** trip, I'll come for yo' head
I'll have your *** in an ambulance tellin' ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin' you so long
The top shotta, that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' strength, we gon' get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin'
I'm back on my ***, a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your *** throw a song to her
*** this is G-Unit, *** your click
Like syphilis, *** you stuck with this
I'm a loyal ***, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards I'ma buss their head
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiya
I ain't tryin to hear ***, I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'*** get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm gon' load my *** then *** my ***
*** trip, I'll come for yo' head
I'm comin' out of Southside, you know I'm raw
Big *** check, dey show our score
Pull the dough out and roll out the Kreamizore
Fo' Fo' out, I know 'bout the keys of war
I'm hot, five hunnit degrees or more
My do' block an M-16 or more
I'm in the store coppin' *** you ain't seen before
Black card swipe, we galore
Yeah, yeah, I said these *** stop talkin' then start worryin'
The feds keep comin', the money we buryin'
I'm in the mean loft, I'm in the cream Porsche
I let that thing off, I turn to T-Wolf
I drive a space ship, *** 2008 ***
Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape ***
*** on some ape ***, they all get hit
Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiya
I ain't tryin' to hear ***, I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'*** get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm gon' load my *** then *** my ***
*** trip, I'll come for yo' head