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Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!

Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
A desert eagle and a black mack 10
And neva know what happend
When we come through them cowards don't want none
They screamin at they murderas but walkin' with no guns
Come with me but don't run and die where your standin'
See im holdin' on this cannon and your life I'm demandin'
Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement
These niggaz is talkin' think that security gon save them
Nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes and yell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The feins up all night and the neighbours gettin' no sleep
You betta get used to it you know how we do it
Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.

kertosäe:
We got action when you don't
Show are places when you won't
G-Unit, G-G-G-G, G-Unit

Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco
Betta than soso the games in the choke hold
Disney's is a nono I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the gogo
In L.A.they ride on lolo's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready it's heavy
65 chevy
Old school rollin' im holdin'
20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'
Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'
Drop top glock cock ready for the drama
Pistol's pop cop shot I'm heavy with them laama's
Non-sop make it hot we the top regardless
You can be the hardest
We'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us
We're not you average artist's
My bitch is like a goddess
When paparazzi spot us
Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha!

kertosäe

Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip
Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit
Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer
Kinda packin' a bitch and I'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was
I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause
G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs
Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise
She's givin' up the buns on her cushion
Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin'
And I'm leavin', on to the next city
Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me
I gotta go cause I'm gettin' over you niggas ain't over
G-U-NIT

kertosäe

Ei oo salaisuus et kannan aina messissä rassii
menen itään tai stadiin, turvallisuuden takii
Enää vähemmistö noudattaa lakii, ku olosuhteet
vaimentaa omantunnon ja nostaa esiin pimeet tunteet
Pelolla meitä pidetään kurissa
kameroita metroasemilla ja junissa
Luottamus haudattu syvälle voiton tavottelun alle
pelko riittää perusteeks aseenkantoluvalle
Sikariporras sumplii meitä vastaan kabineteissaan
hyvinvointivaltio, perusteet kateissa
Mielenterveys puristettuna napeissa, kuka hyötyy
et kelakorvaus kemikaalit meidän tajuntaan syöpyy
Kelakorvaus, tarkottaa et douppi on laillista
haittavero lupaa meille sen olevan turvallista
Älä polta kannabista, se on vitun vaarallista
siit valtio, ei oo vielä tehny verolistaa

Kenen maa tää on, kenen on tää kaupunki (3x)
Kenen maa tää on, kuule kun tulilanka palaa

kertosäe:
Pala Arkadianmäki pala vitun paska, mä en tarvi kahta sataa liskokuningasta
Pala Arkadianmäki pala vitun paska, revitään hyöty irti veronmaksajasta
Pala Arkadianmäki pala vitun paska, täl taval kasvatan mun kolmee vitun lasta
Pala Arkadianmäki pala vitun paska, ehkä tuhkas nousee alkuun jostain paremmasta

Sä luulet mun jauhavan paskaa
käynnis on sota alempaa yhteiskuntaluokkaa vastaan
Sossu massit pakastaa, pistää tuet jäihin
istuttaa lisää itseinhoo pieniin tulostepäihin
Joidenki liika taitaa olla liian vähän
siks mä räbään, kunnes joku tulee selittämään
Miks jonku kädet, hitto, kuvia räpsii
tekee hyödyttömät, puolustuskyvyttömäksi
Paskalakin vallan huomaa meidän ympärillä
toimii puskurina yhteiskuntaluokkien välillä
Leikkaa sosiaaliturvaa, lisää rahaa kytille
maija pihan turvaa, teippi suun eteen mykille
Joo kutsumaton kotikäynti, puhelimet kuuntelussa
väärä numba kirjotettuna, äänestyslapussa
Huumeruiskuja rapussa, väärää tavaraa mä dussaan
sun nimes lukee isol varpaas roikkuvas lapussa

kertosäe

Sä voit osoittaa mua sormella
mut istut sun norsunluutornis liian korkeella
Kokoomus oikeella, heitteillejättö, torni pois
tuhannet ilman kotia, sivarit Supon valikos
Nykypäivän sotia, soditaan uutisoinnin kautta
sun aivoi sorkitaan, annetaan näennäist vapautta
Lisätään uutisia väkivalta rikoksista
väkivalta vähenee, eiks se mitään todista
Pelko, poliisi, vartijat, kamerat
lääkkeet, TV, alkoholi, silmät sameat
Ohjailtavissa johtajien mielen mukaan
lopeta duuni, nää et mitä tulee tapahtumaan
Yleislakot lopetetaan, pakkokeino laeilla
poliiseilla, taseilla, konetuliaseilla, joo
Tsekkaa mun lainit jos et ole täysin tyhmä
tajuut ettei Suomen laki suojele sua vittu yhtään

Pala vitun paska
Pala Arkadianmäki pala vitun paska (6x)

Ehkä tuhkas nousee alkuun jostain paremmasta
Pala Arkadianmäki pala vitun paska (9x)

Uh, hit them with a little ghetto gospel

kertosäe:
Those who wish to follow me.
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

If I could recollect before my hood days.
I'd sit and reminisce,
thinking and bliss on the good days.
I stop and stare at the younger,
my heart goes to 'em.
And nowadays, things changed.
Everyone's ashamed to the youth,
'cause the truth looks strange.
And for me it's reversed,
we left them a world that's cursed,
and it hurts.
Cause any day they'll push the button.
And all commend,
like Malcom X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin'.
Don't make me get teary, the world looks dreary.
When you wipe your eyes, seeing clearly.
There's no need for you to fear me.
If you take your time to hear me,
maybe you can learn to cheer me.
It ain't about black or white,
'cause we're human.
I hope we see the light before it's ruined.
My ghetto gospel.

kertosäe

Tell me do you see that old lady,
ain't it sad?
Living out of bags,
plus she's glad for the little things she has.
And over there there's a lady,
crack got her crazy.
Guess she's giving birth to a baby.
I don't trip and let 'em fade me,
We're droppin' to another form of slavery.
Even now I keep discouraged.
Wonder if they take it all back,
Will I still keep the courage?
I refuse to be a role model.
I set goals, take control,
drink out my own bottles.
I made mistakes,
but learned from every one.
And when it's said and done.
I bet this brother be a better one.
If I upset, you don't stress.
Never forget that God hasn't finished with me yet.
I feel his hand on my brain.
When I write rhymes,
I go blind, and let the lord do his thing.
But am I less holy?
'Cause I choose to puff a blunt
and drink a beer with my homeyz.
Before we find world peace,
we gotta find peace in the war on the streets.
My ghetto gospel.

Those who wish to follow me.
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

Lord can you hear me speak
Pay the price for being hellbound

I wanted to bring back that reality, nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson
and I'm the heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga, thats why its so raw to just watch me
battle lions, cause I'm a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my size

Watch this uppercut, here it comes... watch the jab nigga... ugh... here it come, look out, watch
my arms...

Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a peice
Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just cant believe
I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee
I'm all over that nigga, come identify the body
My middle finger to you hoe niggas
Run up on me, and I'll be forced to let it go nigga
I aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin' high
I hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die
Whose runnin these streets I said that cocaine
Cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne
Another hustler makin' major cash
'til the punk police come an raid ya ass
Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch
Cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6
And we know that you can't hang, you a trick
Rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh

kertosäe:
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!

They got a nigga in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky
But the nigga just a little bigger, he tryin fuck me
Out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know
I gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go
Don't need to roll for the truck, I get em' up
Left to right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha)
I'm known to walk the streets on any block
I love my niggas, but I aint puttin down my glock
The gun shots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga
Imma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha)
Lay it down just to prove it
And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this

kertosäe

They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants
This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent (shh)
Roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game
Molotov cocktails, release an up in flames
Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back
Lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back
Wanna see my kids grow don't know if imma make it though
One more nigga came up short in the ghetto
Society lied to me so I'm strapped with the metal
Push ya middle finger up nigga if you a rebel
Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya let em'
I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em'
I done made so many mistakes but still I don't regret em'
I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend
I'm a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons
We all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven


kertosäe

To all the conrads no longer with us, see you when we get there
'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut
'Til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!
Thug Life we still livin it
Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go!

Ha ha ha, yeah

Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessey)
Just Pour a nigga a glass
Hennessey, that dark shit (That's right)

Hey pour me some of that too baby

kertosäe:
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessey

kertosäe2:
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessey

Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey)

That's what your sippin on
Now what's you name nigga?

Big ballin ass nigga named Pac

Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death
I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath
These motherfuckaz wanna see me die
So who am I to try to warn 'em, I'll buck and bomb 'em, them nigga fry
Ey remember me' Damn that Hennessey
The nigga you don't wanna see, let me precede
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me?
Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch
I maintain in the game and the gutter is where I still kick it
I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days
Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid
So nigga blaze, 'cause we some motherfuckin fools
Walkin through the streets wearing jewels
Breakin niggaz, fakin moves
Even the cops can't stop us
My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessey

kertosäe

kertosäe2

Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey)

That's what I'm sippin on
Now let me tell 'em who I be

Big ballin ass nigga named Trice

Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west
Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess
Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin
My momma couldn't tell my shit, the streets was callin
I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law
I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw
P Funk, got I pumpin, he had the connects
Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set
And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that
Don't come around hurr on that floss shit
Detroit niggaz off shit
(Robbin niggaz in the do' ways) That's right
(With my four four, that's the sure way)
And this your old days, all eyez on me
We was loony I suppose you could (die homie)
O Trice always repped his block
Pac that Hen' and that Ice, I'm on a track with Pac nigga

kertosäe

kertosäe2

Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey)

Yeah
Ey Pac' Pac, nigga Detroit love you boy
We put it down out here I mean, you know? Me, my family, my friends.. Man we riddin for you
always
2PacalypseNow and to infinity boy' forever
Shady Records, Afeni Shakur what up?
Yea, Obie Trice
Pour out a lil' liquor nigga

kertosäe:
I'll whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
(2x)

2 niggaz in the front, 2 niggaz in the back
thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
the voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
then I start thinkin'... I should rob all these niggaz
man my homies they wan' do whateva I wan' do
I say I wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat to
lets ride around, find a nigga stuntin' on front street
with the shines on niggaz be lookin' like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who I iz
I got a full clip and niggaz know I get biz'

kertosäe


I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a move
You comin' in here with me shorty take your lil' one to school
even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the llama to get this cake
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
oh she don't know it? damn! ok we'll wait
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
with a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home
you was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
in the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you
and the 9' will jam, right in my hand

kertosäe

I got his homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down
niggaz be gettin' killed everytime you come around
we ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
she askin' "God, what my baby dunn did now?"
im takin' everythang, jewellery I want it all
duct tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
fuck waitin' we gonna starv waitin' on tomorrow
so ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
im inpatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar
the mac' I have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
and I'ma be on cnn again it ain't my fault
march nigga step, right nigga lef'
G-Unit soldier I'm thuggin' till my death mothafuckas

kertosäe

Pac

Hey

What's happenin'

Not MuthaFuckin double R... Richie Rich

What's happenin' baby, you know how we do it

Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out dis bitch
It's time for me to uhhh regulate

For sure

Observe

and you ain't going back

Na na na
we got to show these muthafucka's whats up though

this is for tha honeys... the superstars

I don't want to be her man
I want to be her nigga, you feel me

Well let'em know

You fuckin with niggas thats insecure watered down
my shit is pure
write down my number but don't call me till you sure
I ain't beggin' just tryin' to relocate between ya legs
Drippin' wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex
When you met me you wouldn't let me
And know you straight beggin to sex me
got you undressing to test me and uhh

Shoot me down if ya want
and miss tha chance ta do it live
When I stroll by I see that look in yo eye
You wants a nigga
but think that you can't have a nigga
don't cheat ya'self, instead treat ya'self
if you scared go to church
I know it hurts
to find out me and ya man be sharin' skirts

I hopin' you don't take this the wrong way
but cha body is bangin' got me attracted in a strong way
After a long day of tryin' to make my songs pay
Makin' love all day against the wall in the hallway
Ya fantasies come alive
ya heart rate shall increase when we meet up
In this dark place
Ya might think ya happy with him
but that's a lie...
so give this thug a try

kertosäe:
I'd ratha be ya N-I-G-G-A
so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
it don't matta if you lonely baby
you need a thug in ya life
'cause bustas ain't lovin ya right

kertosäe

Now you was sprung from tha introduction
My conversations full of game get laced with seductions
I see ya blushin' like ya want somethin'
come get a taste of Amerikaz most wanted
and lets get into some touchin'
my erotic fuckin'
My up and down with no interruptions
have no intentions of bustin' until ya learn ya lesson
Now many questionz are often asked
A drop top,
500 benz and plenty cash to help a nigga get that ass

You can ride a smoke ho
to get ya lobster and crab
'cause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab
I'm a listen when it hurts
I'm a hang out but never stay
smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to SuperDave
I'll be ya nigga
as long as we can understand
that I's the nigga
smoke coke and be the man
he winein' and dinin'
but me and you we wine and grind
and when I'm on the field keep him on the sidelines

kertosäe

Now, it's time
for the moment of truth
I got cha naked
totally sweatin'
let's see how hot I can make it
tongue kissin' till yah head swang
I'm so into you
Witness the nigga that make the bed bang
if its all mine
then let me know
now scream my name out
Do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow
Not to mention
The multiple postions, I'm invent
A boss playa freakymutha fucka get a dick

UHH
It's only popin'
now you see what I was seein'
why yo eyez rollin'
loosin' up girl
I ain't goin' nowhere
Let's let that sucka stay out there
While he stress out and I
I stretch out tha cock
hold tha boots and let tha nigga execute
and though you got it right
I'm going home tonight

You say you don't need a man but I don't care
you in tha presence of a playa

kertosäe (3x)

I'd ratha be a N-I-G-G-A

Uh ohhhhh, young buck
Dirty south, yeahhh

kertosäe:
I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch, I get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off

I'm caddillac'n through the hood, sittin' on 24's
T.v's playin, rim's spinin, blowin' plenty dro
Don't have to mention, when you pimpin, you get plenty hoes
It's all on you, if you gon' trick, or you gon' get yo' dough
I know I got these haters mad, I can love that
When you got love for the streets, they give ya' love back
Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scared
Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin my chain anywhere
If you gon' represent your hood, what you waitin on?
Security better back up, when they play this song
And we 'bout 50 strong, please don't make us do you wrong
My click of gorilla's, they got they g-unit's on
All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nuthing
C'mon take it outside, lemme see sumthin
Wha-wha-wha-what now?
Don't get bu-bu-bu-buck'd down
Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get shu-shut down
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off

kertosäe

G-g-g unit, coming straight outta compton
Lace up my g-6's and I'm a-town stompin'
Got ten thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump'n
Cause luda and young buck always gettin me into somethin'
Lowrider out front, I'm tryin' to get into somethin'
Step on banks shoe one more time and ima start bussin'
Rolls gold in my grill, I got a dirty mouth
And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirrty dirrty south
I wasn't trying to get the cover to the double xl
Just tryin' to fuck mya cause dre said sex sells
Don't be mad at the rocks in my fuckin' chain
Don't be mad cause ya bitch chose buck and game
You see the logo tatted on my neck
Same one I'm autorgraphing on the chest
Put ya bottles in the air for yayo, he on house arrest
And on behalf of 50 cent, this is g-unit west, now
Stomp g-g-g-g unit, now
Stomp g-g-g-g unit

kertosäe

Muthafucka, I'm a monster in this game, similar to the lachness
My rhymes is nappy rooted, sum verces gotta process
The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt when I'm rappin'
If I say it, I've either done it, or it's 'bout to happen
When I pull up in the louis truck on 26's, people dumb out
If lifes a craps game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out
These rapper's think I'm ig-nent, love sayin' my name
'Cause maintainin my fish tank, and they house, cost the same
Ask me, I'd say I made it, and it sure wasn't luck
Because hustler's relate to me, and some are younger than buck
You see I'm married to my music, but we got a prenupt
So if that bitch don't act right, I'm still gettin my cut
My deals never get screwed, my contracts practice abstinence
I'm masterin this program, hazin' these undergraduates
So, pimpin' be easy, quit catchin' feelings
'Cause you worth a couple hundred grand, and I'm worth millions
Nobodys thinkin' about you, plus your beefs ain't legit
So please stay off the t.I.p. of my dick

kertosäe

[Intro:]
Convict..
Akon and Young Jeezy
Tryin' to take it easy
Only way to go
And So...

[Chorus (Akon):]
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now)
'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor (Yeah)

'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor (Yeah)

[Verse 1 (Young Jeezy):]
(Let's get it) Tonight I can't sleep-we livin' in Hell (Yeah)
First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ayy)
Won't trip ya--I'm trafficing in the white
Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah)
Who Me?? I'm a Soul Survivor
Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rida (Jeez a rida)
A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks
Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ayy)

[Chorus (Akon):]
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now)
'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor

'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor

[Verse 2 (Young Jeezy):]
Another day, another dolla (dolla)-same block,
same nigga, same part, same green
I guess we got the same dreams (Ayy)
Or is it the same nightmares (nightmares)
We let the doves do it for us --
we don't cry tears (That's right)
Real niggaz don't budge
When Mail Man got his time he shot birds at the judge (Yeah)
I'm knee deep in the game
So when it's time to read up, I'm knee deep in the cane (Damn)
Real talk, Look, I'm tellin' you mayne (tellin' you mayne)
If you get jammed up don't mention my name
Forgive me Lord--I know I aint livin' right
Gotta feed the block, niggaz starvin', they got appitites (Ayy)
And this is er'day, it never gets old (Old)
Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-Code (Yeah)
This aint a rap song, nigga this is my life (this is my life)
And if the hood was a battlefield then I'd earn stripes (Yeah)

[Chorus (Akon):]
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now)
'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor

'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor

[Verse 3 (Young Jeezy):]
Gotta watch er' move 'cuz them eyes be on you
(eyes be on you)
Gotta drive real cool when them pies be on you
(pies be on you)
Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous
(ball outrageous)
Them alphabet boards gotta us under survalence (Ayy)
(Like animals) They lock us in cages
The same nigga that's a star when you put 'em on stages
I aint cheat--played the hand I was dealt
Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself
(Let's Get It) No nuts, no glory (no glory)
My biography, you damn right, the true story (Yeah)
Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try (try)
Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ayy)

[Bridge (Akon):]
'Cuz if you lookin' for me you you can find me
On the block disobeyin' the law
Real G--therobred from the streets
Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws
Just to keep on movin' out
Just to keep on movin' out
Just to keep on movin' out
Just to keep on movin' out

[Chorus (Akon) x 2:]
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now)
'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor

'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor