G G G, G G G-Unit



                      No peace talks, no white flags



                      No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass



                    

                    Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas



                      Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra



                      You don't wanna bang wit the best



                      I'll have Doc removin fragments from your chest



                      They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive



                      Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid



                      They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty you changed



                      Nigga you stunt, I pull out



                      And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar



                      I think he's flyin



                      Eight outta eight on movin targets



                      You run? You still dyin



                      Check my resume, I am oh so loco



                      Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco

                    (Chorus)



                      Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me



                      But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy



                      Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too



                      Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

                    Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me



                      But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy



                      Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too



                      Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks



                    

                    There once was some niggas that tried to murda me



                      I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery



                      This 4-5 has made a lot of guys apologize



                      The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies



                      Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard



                      A couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his heart



                      I just play my part, and while you shootin up cars



                      I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar



                      Let's get it poppin'

                    (Chorus)



                    

                    I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef



                      We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth



                      I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D



                      Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks



                      These niggas tellin' out the blue



                      So you hang em off the bridge



                      At least they'll have to helicopter you



                      The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do



                      I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school



                      You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown



                      That's why them little niggas in the projects love me



                      You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues



                      I don't even freestyle for free



                      I gave em a break, flew over seas



                      But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick when there's blue in the trees



                      Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies



                      I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole, Yea