G'z up, to every hood and every crew YOU, suppose to have ya gun 'round you and I, claim G-Unit till die got it down, loyalty, i aint fuckin with me Whoever it was that said carrots was good for ya sight Must've never came across a rock this bright I been hot since Mike first put on a glitter glove Slip backwards on a stage to give a nigga love Yea im popular, but dont get it fucked up The Uz'll have ya shakin in the club like Buck up, wassup With these wannabe Lloyd Bankstas, toy gangstas We need to do a remix cuz theres some more wankstas My street team strap Mag's on they waist Vest under the shirt, and black rags on they face Im a problem, Lord can you find a way to save me I cant die shit i aint even have my baby Fuck its all gravy if I got im cool Death comes for everybody, no acception to the rule Im a G-Unit soldier, ridin with my eyes low Funny rims spinnin backwards in a spiral Yall know the kid got the game in a gyro in other words to choke nigga im no joke how the fuck you sell 4 million records and go broke how the fuck you take a trip to jamaica and dont smoke Out in L.A., i know a couple ?? and Loc's My chain heavy, 'bout the weight of soap on a rope Leave ya girl around me to long I'll poke her in her throat As soon as she open the coat, bend her over and STOKE G'z up, to every hood and every crew YOU, suppose to have ya gun 'round you and I, claim G-Unit till die got it down, loyalty, i aint fuckin with me In the town im from, the Tattle Tells dont rock like Pro Keds The lil niggas ride they mo-ped's round the dope heads Glass on the ballcourt, you cant even cross over Without poppin the ball, im not gonna fall One year from now im in the pop ?? Bulletproof glass blockin ya ball, glock in the door Im on tour, pocket the raw, knockin ya hoe You back home suckin ya teeth moppin the floor Im gettin top dollar the ?? Been in the game a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's If they aint mine then i dont give a fuck about em shit, R. Kelly played with kids and niggas still bought his album I learned patience cuz it takes time Now my delivery is sicker than McGrady on the baseline None of the Tec's jus wait around Cuz i got a roster, that'll bring a record label down Im a monster, i tear da whole track up My powers of bars if i hand another throw back up Im flyin back to Miami jus to do a feature And they throwin paper at me like a substitute teacher Im far away from the leechers, they cant even reach us Im on the left coast gettin my dick sucked on the bleachers Somebody hurlin up, everytime that i stunt And every other verse you hear is the rhyme of the month, YEA G'z up, to every hood and every crew YOU, suppose to have ya gun 'round you and I, claim G-Unit till die got it down, loyalty, i aint fuckin with me