Hey my nigga, down here in the dirty dirty

We ain't with that fake rap beef shit

You want to get into it lets go





Talk about me baby get the good and the bad

I ain't the only motherfucker in the hood without a dad

Its 'gon take more than the game to get me mad

More to get me high than what you got in that bag

Nigga i'm focused

Ash tray full of roaches

See i'm the player who be cussin' out his coaches

Lamborghini with the lemonade suede seats

50 Cent helped but the streets made me

Got some niggas that I see with a trick up they sleeve

Might want to take heed

If your ass want to breathe

Fuck how it started nigga this is where it ends

And since we could never be friends





Its like you better let it go

Think about what you doin'

Think about how you movin'

Think about the life you ruinin'

Think you better let it go

Think about the road you takin'

I mean what are you really chasin' (What you doin'?)

Think about the mistake you makin'

Think you better let it go







.40 Cal in my holster

Me and Sosa



Dripped out and draped up

G Unit sneakers at your motherfuckin' face bro



Just one nigga thats too hard hustlin' it gently



To push a Bentley

Me and Hi-C sellin' niggas keys

By the threes

















I give a fuck less I got a strap and a vest

Yes



Bullets goin' through your face

Another murder face



We on stage gettin' paid just to rap some bars

G Unit South





Its like you better let it go

Think about what you doin'

Think about how you movin'

Think about the life you ruinin'

Think you better let it go

Think about the road you takin'

I mean what are you really chasin' (What you doin'?)

Think about the mistake you makin'

Think you better let it go