going down the ozone lookin? for a new home
trying to cope with the madness
future crisis
choked up i can?t breathe
loss of control
what the fuck?s wrong with me
paranoia
the levels are dropping
something?s dying within my coffin
slave to my own enemy
can?t you see

i dont want to be me!
i just want to be free!

eyes of unreality
notion of consciousness
got to get grounded
before they come for us
pose for another shot
my thoughts are broken
impending loss is what i?m holding on to
got to make my way to the fire that burns my flame
king to my own enemy
can?t you see!

i don?t want to be me!
i just want to be free!

i just want to be free

[Tony Yayo]
Yea… Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo

[50 Cent]
Yea…Niggas salute me
Uh huh

[Tony Yayo]
We takin over this shit

(50 Cent)

Yo

[Tony Yayo]
G Unitttt

[50 Cent]
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

[Tony Yayo]
Whatcha say whatcha say?

[50 Cent]
G Unit solider
(gun cocks)
Ride out

[Lloyd Banks]
Yea…Yea…
I’m from the hood where the drop-outs is bangin for the feelin
For houses wit Tvs hangin from the ceilin (Lloyd Banks)
We gamble on ball courts
Keep the paint peelin
You either play ball or rap if you aint dealin
I’m stuck in the past
Shit changed since the 80s (What)
I know ladies, that got babies wit babies
Out here its basketball and speedbags
And guns that’ll stiffin you up like freeze tag

[Tony Yayo]
You can talk tough to them cowards that you pick on and beat up
And walk around town wit your whole fuckin re-up (Yayo)
Flashin singles, wit the 20s on top
While I’m ridin on 20s in the juky drop top
So never show love wit ya left hand
You’ll lose 5 liters of blood a thug’s a dead man (come on)

(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

G Unit solider
(gun cocks)
Ride out

(Tony Yayo)
Home of the new right here

(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

[Lloyd Banks]
Nigga…Nigga
Niggas know I’m hot
But my ice cold enough to freeze whole towns (uhh)
Still follow the code Gs up hoes down (come on)
I see you ballin and ya rocks is chilly
Now my G Unit niggas dont ride bikes
Dont pop-a-wheelie (blaaadt)
I aint straight I’m livin where its hot and sandy
And the Benz’s complexion is cotton candy
I bounced up, thats the best part
You niggas don’t know what pain is
The only scar on ya body’s a stretch mark (stretch mark)

[Tony Yayo]
Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open
Cause it’s liver than P-89s when we approachin (what else)
Listen homie
We got AKs and Remintons
For niggas in the hood playin cowboys and indians
Ladies and gentleman we was born to ball
So if you see me in the club I’m in the bathroom stall
Gettin oral sex she bless the huey all night
She got a georgous neck the way she toss this dick

(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

[Tony Yayo]
50 whatcha say??

(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

(Lloyd Banks talking over beat)
Yea…G Unit man..
We runnin the streets man
We takin this rap shit over man
This serious man its more then rap nigga
Mention this nigga 50 name nigga
I’m blowin niggas brains out nigga
Thats my nigga right there
Yea…it aint a game no more
Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks
Same go for them nigga
Blow ya fuckin head off nigga
G Unit klick
My nigga Proav L
Yea..he..the whole fuckin hood
134 nigga
We got yall nigga
Yea…uh..uh

[Juvenile]
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
They calling me back telling they want another chance
Nigga gonna go ask the girl, am I right
Nigga gonna go ask the girl, am I right
Nigga gonna go ask the girl, am I right

[Juvenile]
I met a freak from uptown
Talking saying I was young
And she could give me spun for tounge
Welcome to the home of the G-ing men
Had to figure out my uptown friends
Welcome to the home of the G-ing men
Had to figure out my uptown friends

[Juvenile]
Thought I was a dummy
Thought I was a young fool
And then they didn’t believe it was little Juv
Then the thing I did made you change your mind
Like freak named Sharon
Said she was big and fun
But guess what yo, I geed her
I see you murder too much energy
So does Gia
I see you murder too much energy
So does Gia
I see you murder too much energy
So does Gia
I say to my nigga house and he Gia
Went back uptown, burned like a heater

[Juvenile]
For one evening
A quarter after three
Twinkle my goal
And put on some clothes
And that might have been for real
Now don’t be sweatin
Just give him the praise
Arguing cause I’m thuggin again
I make a visit every day
And I be swurving
And fellas that he bout
After I smoke the weed
That I need
And weaking cause I’m pleading one more right now
I see all them ladies
Over and over again
You can bet that my magnolia
Is like I told ya
To keep the G in me

[Juvenile]
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
Pick a little rocker, she’s a nasty little girl
Pick a little rocker, she’s a nasty little girl
I had dump in this playa world
Drop your draws and come over here stick ya
And she could jack me a little quicker
Drop your draws and come over here stick ya
And she could jack me a little quicker

[Juvenile]
Oh no baby, oh no baby
Trying to jump around, but they just can’t fake me
Oh no baby, oh no baby
Trying to jump around, but they just can’t fake me
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
They calling me back telling they want another chance
Come back and let me rape ya
They calling me back telling they want another chance
Come back and let me rape ya

Chorus:

G is for the gang of money I make
F is for the gang of fools I break
U is for the undisputed champ
N is ’cause you never gonna get the mic back
K is for the niggaz that I knock on they back
Damn is feels good to see Long Beach on the map
Till the day I’m dead I’m gonna keep that shit real
Now you niggaz know G-Funk’s for real

To those people who don’t believe in G-funk
Tried to take my style and make a quik buck
here’s a message to one and all
Your pass is revoked
Now I’m havin’ a ball
Any questions come and see me
the king of G-Funk the one and only
Congratulations you sound like Nate
You took my old hook
And got me paid

Chorus

Some people are nothin’ but clones
Some people have styles of their owm
Some people are copycats
These people can’t get the mic back
Can you feel me one-hitter quitters
You can’t copy me – I’m one in a million
Call any expert and you can ask him
Copy machines can’t copy platinum

Chorus

When you feel like some cavy G-Funk
You need some music to bumb in your trunk
I got a baseline, a gangsta tune
Put on the classics and your head will be movin’ soon

Chorus

and if I had a car
and could drive it around in the air,
I’d give up my guitar
and get a sports career
’cause I know I would make it then
and the team would win
every game I was in

Slide over it backwards
there’s people in the sun,
people in the sun now
Track over it sideways
there’re splinters in the sun,
splinters in the sun now

and if I had some gore
and could move it around in a phrase
I’d find out what it was for,
I’d hear what it would say
so simple to move you there,
easy to move you there
and the team won’t care

Slide over it backwards
there’s people in the sun,
people in the sun now
Track over it sideways
there’re splinters in the sun,
splinters in the sun

Do you want to go?
Take the easy way
I don’t even have
all that I’m cracked up to be
In the in-between see it slippin’ away

Do you want to go?
take the easy way
I don’t even have
all that I’m cracked up to be
In the in-between see it slippin’
I’m fading, fading, fading, fading
in and out of your business.

Lil Wayne:
I ain’t terrified from nuthin’
I’m young wild crazy and disgustin’
Better watch me cuz I’m coming
With a oven by my stomach
I’m scramblin’ for the money
Tape ya up like a mummy
Call ya people and tell ’em
I need 50 for this dummy
I’m runnin’ hidin’ and duckin’
Stuntin’ ridin’ and thuggin
Dumpin’ fire and bustin’
Lovin, lyin’ and lustin’
Stealin’ killin’ and rapin
Runnin’ climbin and chasin
Strugglin hustin’ to make
Get it got it I take it
Watch ya Chevy mister
Move ya purse miss
Cuz I tote heavy pistols
And man they burst quick
It’s too late to hesitate
I was told there’d be better days
But shit that was yesterday
And still I haven’t ate
But dog that’s how ya labor when ya bein’ a thug
These niggas don’t seem to feel me till they seein’ they blood
Can’t hide it though
I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove
That’s my G-code

Chorus (Lil Wayne):
Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon’ live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit the block and open up
We gon’ die by that
(repeat)

Juvenile:
We raised up lookin’ at trees and brick walls
Foreign properties and pack some menthals
Got us a fire connect and went off
Got jammed with this broad that rent cars
Wasn’t tryin’ to change the game, just be in it
Didn’t give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes
Snatch all the hoes and ‘bauds and ree’ tennis
Niggas can’t survive the shit that we been in
Jack niggas to get some cheap linen
The ones that refuse we put ’em to sleep in it
Got up in the mornin’ for class and play hookie
Some of us is veteran some of ’em stay rookie
Bitch couldn’t talk to us if she wasn’t fuckin’
Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

Chorus

Juvenile:
If war ever came we held the fort down
Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
Stayed on point to make some more green
Get our stash away from dope fiends
Nigga had a habit he supplied his own
Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome
We kept a little work for the ki’s and bones
Crowds draw heat so we be’s alone
We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch
Them other motherfuckers fall off the block
24/7 all around the clock
We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot
We had a chance to stop, we still wasn’t ready
Shit kept comin’ so we made more fetti
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

Chorus x 2

*Verse One*
Come here shorty, hey
Girl your lookin’ fine
I heard your searchin’ for a real love
And I’m really Ginuwine
I come to move your body, hey
Keep it jumpin’ like a party, hey
Come on everybody were gonna do it my way

*Chorus*
It?s a G thang, hey
Came to party till the break of dawn
Watch my speakers bang
Until daylight comes and we wanna go home

*Verse Two*
I like me a buzz hey, hey
But I don?t want to smoke a weed
Why smoke a box of Philly Plums
When she can get high on G
Go pick up a girlfriend
They can ride in my benz
Cause I’m taking everybody
Where G likes to party

*Chorus*

*Bridge*
set it off on the left ya?ll
set if off on the right ya?ll
set it off
set it off by subjection
set it off on the right ya?ll
set it off, set it off

Intro:

Yeah….
This is another story about dogs
For the dog that don’t pee on trees, is a bitch
So says Snoop Dogg, get your pooper scooper
Cuz the nigga’s talkin shit
Aroof! *echoes*

Verse One: Rage

I’m sippin on Tanqueray
with my my mind on my money and my mouth in the ganjahy
R-A-G to the motherfuckin E
Back with my nigga S-N double O-P
[Dre] Yeah, and ya don’t stop
Rage in effect I just begun to rock
[Dre] I said yeah, and you don’t quit
[Snoop] Hey yo Rage would you please drop some gangsta shit
I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs
Handcuffed as I bust bout to tear shit up
Oh what did ya think I, didn’t ever think I
Would be the one to make you blink eye, I catch you like pink-eye
Never will there ever be another like me
Um you can play the left, cuz it ain’t no right in me
Out the picture out the frame out the box I knock em all
Smack em out the park, like A Friendly Game of Baseball
Grand, slam, yes I am
Kickin up dust and I don’t give a god DAMN
Cuz I’m that lyrical murderer
Pleading guilty, you know for my skills I’m about to be
Filthy large, Rage in charge
You know what’s happenin don’t try to play large
this ain’t no Rerun, see hun, don’t ya wanna be one
A cover, word to wreck ya, cause I never get my vocals
I’m loco, close to Constatanople, uhhh!
I’ll make ’em go coo-coo for my Cocoa
puffin stuff, aiyyo Snoop, you’re up
Let these niggaz know that niggaz don’t give a fuck!

Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg

This is just a small introduction to the G Funk Era
Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror
And I see motherfuckers tryin to be like me
Every since I put it down with the D-R-E

Outro:

Foamin at the mouth and waggin his tail
Searchin through the yards with a keen sense of smell
Lookin for the business in heat
And when he find it he’ll be sniffin her seat
We travel in packs and we do it from the back
How else can you get to the booty?
We do it Doggystyle, all the while we do it Doggystyle
Yo motherfuckin hoes!!!
He fucked the fleas off a bitch
He shaked the ticks off his dick
And in the booty, he buries his motherfuckin bone
And if there’s any left over
He’ll roll over and take a doggy bag home

Damn, that Tanqueray is talkin to a nigga
I ain’t bullshittin, one of y’all niggaz gotta get it
Man I got ta piss
Breath test?

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Lil Fame]
I’m back and I’m stuck up in this bitch [who dat?]
Me bitch [who dat?]
The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
I’m known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cuz when I’m spittin, I’ma split your shitit
When I aim, yo you try to get a name
But aint, provin a thang
I’m still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring [uh huh]
Now who the lame that wan’ tango with Lil Fame
Step in the ring and I’ll break yo’ ass up like Mills Lane
[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?
That *Kool Moe P* shit, nigga, put it down
Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud
When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child
Made the church people on your block wanna move out
I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out
Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist
We don’t say put your hands up, niggas stand up
You gotta get it, cuz you now listen
Dump off your body ?til your whole family die fishin?
The street mayor, ghetto street playa
Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare
Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame
But I got four words for ya, don’t fuck with Fame
Cuz I’m a machine gun kelley, clappa dude
Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!
Aint no escapin these streets I’m raised in
It’s so amazin, we still blazin
Aint no savin yo’ ass from hell raisin
They be strippin your cantelope off the pavement
Wit yo’ wig split in half and your chest caved in
So walk on the green, I’ma cut yo’ ass down if you walk in between
So listen up and hear me boy, I’m the American [slash!] pretty boy

HOOK:
First Fam, ridiculous
Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can’t get wit us
Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough
First Fam, ridiculous
Fools try to move but them fools can’t get wit us
Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin,
MASHIN!!

[Billy Danze]
I done figured it out [what’s that?]
They don’t want us to shine [true]
You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron
I still got it, for when I’m facin situations like this
You dissin? I’m hittin
Listen, is it me or the industry to understand
I’m a whole different breed of man
Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx
And I’m servin double and single shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]
What! Who gon’ tame me
I’m a back block nigga and can’t, nobody change me
You can look at me strangely
Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don’t blame me
First Family trainee, take what’s mine
’99 is my time to shine, that’s that
[Take it easy] Fuck that, I’m ready yo
I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio
Fizzy Wo’, [suckas never played us]
They can’t fade us, they hate us, they anus
In fact when you touch ’em face to face, they stay in they place
They know I’m slayed up from the right side left five in one fist
Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love
You hear the soft music in the background it’s your brain on slugs
Now, it’s a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]

(Uncle Snoop Dogg.)
Yo’ whassup, whassup.
(Could you read us a bedtime story?)
Alright, alright.
Ya’ll get my ash tray, get my lighter.
I’m a read ya’ll a gangsta bedtime story.
Come here, sit on my lap.
(Okay.)
Check it out.

Great scotts, it’s hot today
He ran up out of bullets so I shot him in his chest
He fell to the floor with his hands in the air
His vision gettin blurry but you know I didn’t care
Peck, peck, he tried to stay on deck
So I ran up on this nigga and I shot him in his neck
Shooting like a muthafuckin vietnam vet
Riding on this nigga disrepectin my set
No stranger to danger ain’t no warning shots
On the hood gettin hot, anybody can drop
You better have a spot up in town my nigga
Cause please believe it, it can go down my nigga
Caught up in some traffic behind some hood rat
Grease strikes you out with no get back
Wishing for a steak eatin on a Kit Kat
And your bitch ain’t shit the little homie hit that
Sit back and go see, take a trip up with me
Let’s go get a stick nigga dip with me
We can ride on some niggas for nuthin at all
Even if we cool with ’em, fuck ’em let’s go get ’em
LBC in this muthafucka cuz
I had to show these niggas what time it was
We got thugs, cons, drugs and guns
We claiming everything nigga, even dimes and doves
Have you ever slapped a bitch to mack your grip
Or better yet, strapped a clip
To a muthafuckin’ nine millimeter for heater
And put the ride down out of G two seater
You need a nigga like me to get your game like that
Young nigga, you could get a smack for that
I’m that nigga who brought the afro back
And pat your back and then I turn around and snatch your sack
Before I came out niggas was wearing slack
I brought the curl back and the golf hat
The black poker sack and this skandelous raps
The one eight seven kidnaps and jacks
I brought snaps to the game nigga
Raps to the game nigga, I’m that big rap name nigga
S-N double O-P fa sho
I do my thang way cut throat on the downlow
Oh once upon a time in the LBC
There lived a OG from the DPG
And all the little kids looked up to him
All the women stayed true to him, police tried to do him
But couldn’t do nothing to him cause he’s like stainless steel
And all they hated on him because he was way to real
I don’t know why but he’s just so fly
But I gotta end this story by saying goodnight