[50 cent:] I think I'm a gangsta but I'm really not, All I ever do is pick my nose and eat my snot, I like to go around with tatoos and say I got shot
ترجمه: گرم در واحد. Gangsta'd بالا.
: [50 cent:] I think I'm a gangsta but I'm really not, All I ever do is pick my nose and eat my snot, I like to go around with tatoos and say I got shot
Woke up the other mornin', I heard a rumor They said the gang wars was over I told 'em they was bullshittin', they said it's real as hell Can't explain
up off me, you gettin too close to me son It'd be fun if you didn't have a gun But if you didn't had one you'd probably run; come come Now spit it from
, this is the life Eh n-gga I tell you, my bank account bring goose bumps on your muthaf-cking bank G-g-g-g-unit!!!
's a few clips that you shouldn't play with G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down Aiyyo, fuck y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout, think you playin' wit? Double R, G-UNIT
turn the key over Pirelli's on the street rolling like a steam roller Bitche's double team when I have my sleep over's Yeah, Re-Up gang with the G-Unit
key Uncut G, Nasty As I Wanna Be Chorus Clay D: HEYY! OWW, WORK IT! (DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP!) PUMP IT UP, PUMP IT UP! (PUMP IT UP, GET IT UP
when his boy had beef, yeah, he got dropped P.D. had no witness, D.A. dropped the load I got probation for the gun and the dope, case closed One O.G. gangsta
2007, g I wanna wish ya'll muthafuckas a happy New Year (New Year, let's give it up) How your 2006 was son? (Go and get up, get up, ya'll niggaz is crazy
't nothin' like me 'Cause I'm a Westside motherfucker Inglewood G And fuck sellin' records if I gotta get murd I'd rather put my hustles down cook and cut up
patrol wit my flag in ya mommas style I throw my set up, I ret up, Nigga I break up No hollow points so I don't jam tha tec up, dog I put tha Cavi all
Down Westside connect gang connect gang bing bing bang Bow Down Westside connect gang connect gang bing bing bang Bow Down Westside connect gang connect gang
-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls) Song: No Mercy [Fat Joe] Yeah, real muthafuckin' gangstas
remember when I came up Niggas ranged up, some Crip'd up Some niggas flamed up Crossed your name out, stragg'd my name up (Quick to thow the gang up) What up
Watts, West side don't front You know about them Grape street Gangstas, G'd up rollin' that weed up Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked Hit with a bat or beat up
