I ain't got nobody else to blame for livin' this way

We came up where the shit goes down

Its like we're under a black cloud every day

I realize life is full of the possibilities, heart breaks, mistakes

Slip up and get your shit scraped





I ain't here to play around with ya, i'm all grown nigga

On a quest to get the cash and the stones bigger

I roll in pull the truck up at the store

And i'm Ben Franklin-ed up I could pick a couple more

Knowin' shit would've been worse if I didn't score

Like that old ass hooptee with the different color door

If your girls a groupie I done ripped her on the tour

She gave me all the coochie then I dished her off to boy

I hit the mall for Gucci

Ya'll don't want it with me I'm about as raw as sushi

And ya small as Snoopy

I whip the GT the Azzure is doofie

You niggas can't even afford to shoot me

When you think of me think of a G, not a pot of gold

I'll set the flame to ya, you'll stop, drop and roll

The bigger the chief the bigger the spare

It ain't lonely at the top all my niggas is here





I ain't got nobody else to blame for livin' this way

We came up where the shit goes down

Its like we're under a black cloud every day

I realize life is full of the possibilities, heart breaks, mistakes

Slip up and get your shit scraped





I'm ready for whatever

Skettys in the leather

The games crowded, if you was dead it would be better

I'm America's Nightmare, Freddy for the cheddar

Let you BM suck me like spaggetti at a dinner

Now I ain't got the gators or the curlers but i'm pimpin'

when i'm limpin'

When i'm rollin'

Ridin' slow through the block

Now everybodys a rat so lay low from the cops

If 5-0 get the drop

Everybody gettin' locked

Watch your back for the tinted V on the creep

And stay cool, there ain't no sympathy on the street

Niggas 'll smile up in your face put three in your jeep

And if it goes down you won't see him for weeks

I still slide through the Collessium for freaks

With all the windows down cause the BM is sweet

And I sound like the MVP on the beat

Nigga do the right thing and you'll be six feet deep





I ain't got nobody else to blame for livin' this way

We came up where the shit goes down

Its like we're under a black cloud every day

I realize life is full of the possibilities, heart breaks, mistakes

Slip up and get your shit scraped





I know better than to kill for two letters but I still get the most for the E and the C

Seein' me is equivalent to seein' a G

If it ain't the four or the deuce that he in the three

And thanks to Fif

And what ya'll call gangsta shit

On his b-day I done bought Lloyd Banks a gift

My hood ties strong I done banged that long

King Kong in the hood who I'm a blame that on?

Nobody cause I done did what it did

I did bid after bid ya'll ain't with what i'm with

Had me lookin' at twelve so they look like me

And the judge just like them so I took my plea

I'm no fool fucked up no explanation

No insurance, license, or registration

Can't dance to the beat if it ain't my music

No chance in these streets if you ain't my Unit

GGGGG G Unit





I ain't got nobody else to blame for livin' this way

We came up where the shit goes down

Its like we're under a black cloud every day

I realize life is full of the possibilities, heart breaks, mistakes

Slip up and get your shit scraped