I’m So Sorry

Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] 50 Cent uh Lloyd Banks uh, (yeah) Young Buck uh, (uh-huh) Game nigga, G-Unit Ha ha It's easy man (real easy) It's easy man (ha haha) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Ayo, I switch my hustle No more dice games, dilemmas, you see blood in the snow after the shots in December Niggas is broke, that's why they stay ice-grilling, I'm in the Aspens, laughing, snowmobiling With a beautiful bitch, she chocolate, athletic, ass poke out like Serena, ask Banks, he's seen her Plus she hood, she ain't Hollywood, remind me of Trina D's come, shorty even down to hold out a nina (yea) G stand for 'Gangster', Unit stand for 'U Niggas In Trouble' (uh-huh) Better lock and load on the double G-UNIT! [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm so sorry (ha ha) Niggas all fucked up they ain't getting money in the hood I'm so sorry I lied to you, say I let you hold something homie, if I could I'm so sorry Can't help you out nigga, heh-huh, nah I could but I don't wanna help you out, nigga (I'm so...) Hahahaha I'm so, I'm so sorry, hahahah [Verse 2: The Game] I'm in that '67 glasshouse In and out of lanes Murder on my mind Old English running through my veins I think about Eazy and to ease my pain, I drink a 40oz G-Unit soaking in the rain I came into this world both feet in the dirt No purple label, no button-up shirts No harm intended, no subliminal disses But hard facts separate the men from the bitches I would of popped your ass if I thought you was worthy Looking like Boy George in that Larry Bird jersey Buck pass the dutch, I'm blowing that Bob Marley Hop off the G-4, let's have a Boston tech party G-UNIT! [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm so sorry You niggas don't sound that good when you step in the booth I'm so sorry Nigga that it hurts but goddamnit you know it's the truth I'm so sorry That seeing me do good is making your punk-ass sick I'm so sorry That I ain't got room for all you niggas on my dick I'm so sorry, haha (I'm so sorry) [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Yea A snap of a finger, make your guys cripple I came up with this on the shitter, nigga I handlebars like a bicycle Scars make your eyes trickle As stiff as a icicle The mufflers silence the Lamb, that's why I whistle Fire your stylists, you know that's wrong For letting you put that Footlocker noback on Around here, niggas get shot for performing that song The hoes cut their eyebrows off and draw them back on They're trying to merk me yo, that's why 50 bought me a Trey Pound with a nose longer than Pinocchio Pop shit, I'll stroke your slut And as soon as her mouth open up What? Same color as coconut [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm so sorry You ain't from Compton, you ain't got a flow like Game I'm so sorry You ain't Lloyd Banks, mixtape artist of the year, man I'm so sorry You ain't Young Buck, you don't let the gun buck, son you butt I'm so sorry You get outta line, I personally fuck you up I'm so sorry [Verse 4: Young Buck] We don't chase no hoes You dream about it while we're making dough I'll have a hundred fucking Haitians come and cut your throat I still touch the dope Nigga, my ears to the street I got some niggas from your own hood working for me You've got your hand out, can't even bail your man out Real know real because the bitch niggas stand out Nobody gon' miss you when the Desert Eagle hit you Just do like Pac said, pour out a lil liquor Picture getting your chest blown open and no one there to save you Your momma got to wake up making funeral arrangements You know who to play with, and we ain't the ones This G-Unit shit is deeper than prick in your thumb Motherfucker [Outro: 50 Cent & Anthony Hamilton sample] Yeah I wanna take the time out to apologize to all ya'll niggas that put records out this year That didn't sell no records, you know I'm so sorry Hahahahaha Ah man, I don't even know how to explain it, pimp, you can't get no money when I'm around, it's the same shit like the block, all I did is switch my hustle muhfucker Hahahahah Your 'bout the flyest babe That life could ever bring