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Lyrics

[Verse 1] Guess who's back motherfucker, G.U.N.I.T There's a lot of new niggas comin' but all of em under me, I'm The top gunner, the boy wonder, it's Lloyd's summer [?] [?] [?] You'll never earn what I keep on my wrist, (No) This rap shit made me lazy, I smoke a blunt, get some head and fall asleep on a bitch (Wooo) Go get back ya bronze chains I'm number 1 in the draft, just ask You're looking at the rap LeBron James I'm like a breath of fresh air, a hope for the future, we got land So I be lookin' out the scope when I shoot ya There's a couple niggas emulating me but they both clones My earrings reflect more colors than snow cones, you broke homes Go make a resumé and stop wastin' your time makin' them records the radio'll never play (Yeah) I'm diing my sneakers, green, blue, red and grey, live by a couple codes See, do, never say, I laugh when I see your sales Yayo got a bigger buzz than you on the street and he in jail (Wooo) The hood is full of females, prayin' they first to go hatch I fuck my bitch with a condom and a birth control patch I got a few single that mingle, some bitches with brats They hold me down, rub my back and make biscuits from scratch I know you hopin' that we don't sell more I fuck around and buy a house with more rooms than a hotel floor (Woooo), look I'm radio ready, in every hood I'm heavy, rollin', shoulder strapped the Dezzie (Yeah), yellow golden platinum bezzie (Yeah), I ain't average stupid I'm goin' to compete wit Nelly, nigga you starvin' My money longer than Lisa Leslie Take the handcuffs off your bitch, we all beat her 'ready She done laid her head next to more balls than spaghetti (yea) None of you niggas can drive in my lane You're not worthy, the only hood stripes you got is in your Yankees jersey Now e'rbody is corrupt, even the kids understand murders Fuck filet mignon, menu is fries and hamburgers We got these niggas sick, they whole crew should be in pics Somebody send a "get well" card to Misdemeanor Inc (Yea) [Lloyd Banks taking] Yayo what up nigga?! Don't worry about it, I got you baby! Matter a fact Let that shit keep goin', nigga! I gotta get loose on this! [Verse 2] No matter how much I put her through Mamma gon' believe what her son tell her Niggas tryna wet me and the heat is my umbrella Fella I'm leaning off the henny and vanilla (Yea) There's too much drama to leave your semi in the cellar I got a nutcase that'll do anythin' I tell her Take a dive off a project building if I let her Hah, I'm so clever The charm of a prince (Uh huh) Move around in a 'Lac (Uh huh) truck armored with tints It's amazing the way I flow, so I'm respected by the vets that been around since De La Soul, oh You think I'm off point cause she's clocking me? (Huh) I got niggas in the club watchin' you, watchin' me We, see you whining all dramatic in your videos Overreacting, I hope that he's packing,(Yea) A couple these bullets will open his back and (Yea) Another dickhead dead over rappin' (Yea) [Outro] Yeah nigga! I can't be stopped! G Unit! Fuck all you niggas! Ha ha