G-Unit

G-Unit - Cocaine Dreams lyrics

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G-Unit Nigga

50 Cent

You Heard Me

Irv I don't believe you let that nigga talk

You fat cupcake eatin' mothafucka

I'll fuck you up nigga

Fuckin' punk ass nigga

Don't nobody respect you nigga

You Preme's son nigga

Mothafucka's been gettin' extorted since day one

Its all kinda bitch in ya, chinese, spanish, black, white



I got X

Method slabs and cocaine

So the feds wanna search us

like arabs boardin' tha planes

I'm in tha range

switchin' lanes

Reminscin' on cans and sardines



And car dreams

I'm burnin' unfamiliar bud

Got a shotgun like Elmer Fudd

That'll let off and leave you hella blood

Ma I'm hip to tha game

Blue ice chips in the chain

A few nights skipped on the plane

With two white chicks gettin' brain

bang bang from big heaters

Hundred dollar sneakers

Two seaters

Two ninas



And a bundle of hayes

At least enough to last fourteen days

He wouldn't sell lobster

My eyes slanted like Pharell's partner

Nigga respect like your father when it comes to drama

I put tha llama to your mama

and beat her like a pinata



Nigga I been hotta since '97

You been beggin' tha 5th kick like a kung-fu legend

One blue seven

Whats poppin' nigga?

Different day same shit

What you coppin' nigga?

S-K's want bricks, shit

You wind up dead with this

So why turn soft?

Straight bullets will burn a niggas sideburns off

I gotta model with a sick ass

Bagged her off 5th ave.

Fucked her offa hot dog and a playoff knick pass



Now we shoppin in tha malls on tha westcoast

And as far as pussy

I been through more walls than asbestos

So lets toast

And have a sex on tha beach

These niggas quotin' my lines like a Martin Luther King speech

Remember Patrice

She looked like Kelis

Met her in club

And caught her eyein' my piece

And with all the birds at tha show

I had to go fuck tha crazy hoe

Callin' Hot 97 'cause she knows I'm on tha radio

(Ha Ha Bitch)



[50 Talking:]

Yea

Ja you little Stuart Little lookin' mothafucka

Catch you I'll break your mothafuckin' neck nigga

You only weigh 110 pounds you little fagot

I know tha stylist you been fuckin' too nigga

I paid him 50,000

Check my album out nigga

February 11th you gonna hear him talk

You little bitch

Tryin' to jump off like its a promotional stunt

Seven days before your album drop

huh..you little bitch



Order of protection

From who?

Who I need an order of protection from nigga? [Laughs]

Ya lil' k..awe man

Mothafuckas man

Ya'll niggas is gonna make this a lot of fun for me
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