You're gon' miss your opportunity Shot clock (like, don't sleep, don't sleep, nigga) Pick up your feet, nigga When that nigga pull up on me, tell that nigga back, back Shot clock (like, don't sleep, don't sleep) Shot clock (like, don't sleep, don't

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose I pull up and my car ain't got no roof (Fuck with me) All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me) I know just what to do to get 'em

My theory of the crows Where crybabies cry In the united states Bright white on both sides Like a plate Nobody listens Nobody should It'd be a waste of attention Not enough money

General, I salute you I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to And what I don't do, I'll have one of my troops do Nigga we'll kill you I'm ready for combat, a solider on the front line Take me to

Tel est mon destin Je vais mon chemin Au rythme entêtant des battements de mon cœur Ainsi passent mes heures Je vais les routes et je vais les frontières Je sens, j'écoute, et j'apprends, je vois Le temps s'égoutte au long des fuseaux horaires Je prends,

I'm so hood, I can't help it Love me for being me 'Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am So love me for being me Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Little Tyrone tired of gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down His momma think it's my fault

For you and for me If you care enough for the living Make a better place There are people dying Heal the world Make it a better place And the entire human race For you and for me Make a little space

They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that Everybody gone bad Everybody allegation In the street, on the news Everybody dog food Skin head, dead head Kick me, kick me Skinhead, dead head

Sunshine day Everybody’s laughing Everybody’s singing Everybody, move your hair and feel united Everybody, shake your hair and feel united Yeah! Everybody's coming to the celebration I'mma hook you up with the invitation Let your hair swing and party

I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me though G-Unit, UTP Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP G-Unit,