Be Dead

Lyrics

[Chorus: Prodigy] G-Unit's, the only way you could win You not on our side then you might as well be dead You don't like P You could give me head You don't got a Hav beat then you ain't got shit 50 Cent, he the new top dog Hate it or love, we the new underdogs G-Unit's, the only way you could win You not on our side then you might as well be dead [Verse 1: Prodigy] You know I'm bustin' heads Know I'll kill ya bitch Know I'll hit you, your mom's and your kids Know it's not a game You know I don't care You know if I get caught I got money for the bail You know if I blow trial I got stomach for sale Pokin' niggas up, reppin' G-Unit still Mobb Deep, nigga the name hold weight Seals on my dick bringin' weapons to my gate Fuck PC I got PC in here You know if GP you touch you get dead There's power on the street There's power in the pen, nigga we so strong there's no way you could win I'm out in California Fuckin' with the Crips, I know a few Bloods but I'm color blind, bitch Em said "P, man, welcome to the fam" Said anybody touch the white boy get dead [Chorus: Prodigy & Tony Yayo] G-Unit's, the only way you could win You not on our side then you might as well be dead You don't like P You could give me head You don't got a Hav beat then you ain't got shit 50 Cent, he the new top dog Hate it or love, we the new underdogs (Yeah, yeah) G-Unit's, the only way (Yo Hav, P what up?, Alchemist) you could win You not on our side (Yeah Whoo Kid) (This muhfuckin' Whoo Kid you know what time it is, let's go) then you might as well be dead (M.O.P.) [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] I'm like Pootie Tang they scream when I breathe on a track But still got coke you should see my come back And these so-called rappers, claimin' these cities Are softer than silicone and saline tities, I'm gettin' rich Niggas gettin' gyro money, a buck twenty on my neck that's pyro money Summer time it's white T's, Winter time it's furs Come through stuntin' in that Bentley flyin' spur Me and P ride around wit them Germen Rugers It'll have your mom's missin' like that chick in Aruba I'm a shooter, gangsta like a Blood or a Hoover Your bitch looked at my watch, you know I'ma scoop her, come on! [Outro: Tony Yayo] Yeah nigga, heh It's motherfuckin' rap juggernauts, nigga Hollywood Hav Los Vegas P, nigga Bitches think I look like Morris Chestnut, call me Tony Chestnut now Heh, Lloyd Banks, Blue Hefner, heh Young Buck, Buck Marley, nigga M.O.P [?] [?] Bill, we gettin' all this fuckin' money, Olivia the dutchess, nigga 50, Curtis Interscope Jackson Alchemist in this motherfucker Shout to Eminem After Mathers Marshall, nigga you know what time it is Stat Quo, D12 We gettin' all this, mother, fuckin' money Don't it make you mad? Heh Yo P, man Them Porsches lookin' nice, we need to go through the bridge real quick, man There's some hoes in the projects Or you know go through 40 Baisley maybe [?] [?] Y'all niggas could shoot at my truck I just copped the bulletproof So did 50 and Banks, y'all could shoot at it if you want to, I don't give a fuck Yeah nigga And we fresh off tour Everybody's pizzeling, pizzeling mean gettin' pussy I'm fuckin' every night So ya'll niggas that's in the hood listenin' to this Please be gassed and my albums comin' August 30th Thoughts of a motherfuckin' Predicate Felon, I'ma laugh when my numbers come back, cocksucker Go pick it up G-Unit, nigga Rap juggernauts, we run this shit Heh ha ha