G-Unit Lyrics Request Thread !!!!!

[P_Eastwood]

Just Post What You Want Me TO Get And I'll Have Em As Soon As Possible
Mixtapes/Albums Whatever i'll get em

[P_Eastwood]

Freeze Remix
50 Cent [LL Cool J] Intro-
Queens..
GGGGGG G-MIX..!!
GGGGGG REMIX..!!
It's The UNIT..!!
Tick-tick-a-tick Todd Smith!
LL!

LL Cool J [50 Cent] Chorus-
Now when you see me in the club [You Can Bump This!]
You ballin' out doin' it up [You Can Bump This!]
The champagne gon' buss [You Can Bump This!]
You wanna do it like us [You Can Bump This!]
Now mama after my show, come on and lets roll
i got places to go and money to blow
i got the shorty's so i keep it on the low
shhhh.. i said keep it on the low!

LL Cool J Verse-
You better check your broad her nips get hard when they play this
it's like a can of peaches in her drawers when i say this
i got the recipe i leave ya bird marinated
now you want beef cuz a onion jus' keeps shakin'
my six-pack alone cause grief, cats hatin'
but i'm still on the automobile sittin' on Daytons
still keep the fibre optic trunk vibratin'
pack the club like sardines the young things is faintin'
fillin' the dance floor like a carpenter
thats why i keep greener thumbs than a gardener
serious when i'm pimpin' i'm a monster bruh
when i spit the meltdown like larsengers
now mama after my show you wanna duzzle quervo
in the range ro' skins is like rims
you gotta spin' um on the low hit the big bumps slow
and most of the time they ain' worth the dough

LL Cool J [50 Cent] Chorus-
Now when you see me in the club [You Can Bump This!]
You ballin' out doin' it up [You Can Bump This!]
The champagne gon' buss [You Can Bump This!]
You wanna do it like us [You Can Bump This!]
Now mama after my show, come on and lets roll
i got places to go and money to blow
i got the shorty's so i keep it on the low
shhhh.. i said keep it on the low!

Lloyd Banks Verse-
Ay..
They love it when they sound like this
thats why the club crowded better find you a bitch
she heard my name and she shouted it's jus me and Fif
and we both 'bout it 'bout it in a brand new sixth
with a smoke clouded round it man it's straight A with
no sneakers on a rug hear my system knockin'
like the speakers in the club, look ma
drop the lame and spend a weekend with a thug
i have you back of the 'cuzzi geekin' off the bud
when i come through i come through sparklin'
six car garage and you in our apartment andstarvin'
i walk and talk like i was raised around Max
New York native, there's a razor in the hat
smooth ??film more slim?? with gators on the track
i hit 'um, quit 'um, and dish 'um off like that
i'ma bring out all the jewellry cuz i don't play the back
and give Flex the straight now later on the Lak

LL Cool J [50 Cent] Chorus-
Now when you see me in the club [You Can Bump This!]
You ballin' out doin' it up [You Can Bump This!]
The champagne gon' buss [You Can Bump This!]
You wanna do it like us [You Can Bump This!]
Now mama after my show, come on and lets roll
i got places to go and money to blow
i got the shorty's so i keep it on the low
shhhh.. i said keep it on the low!

Hot Rod Verse-
Yeah.. Yeah..
Man i'm poppin' my collar if you drop that ass
and im' droppin' them dollars you hoppin' on that cash
i'm on that catwalk shorty make that ass drop
bottom like a apple why don't you come sit on my laptop
you know you love it mama why don't you make that ass pop
the Unit drop hot ???? 'um that Jamrock
man you know my cash hot i got a stash box
ball hard legal money no need to pass rocks
turn it up and then bump it in your hood
you see me with your bitch and i'm up to no good
you wanna come to the team you knowin' that you should
cuz we hangin' up them plaques and you hangin' up yo' wood
my rims stay home whenever i cruise up
in that two-door bent with a chicken we cooped up
now get your money up homie you'z a loser
sittin' on them 18's nigga pull yo' shoes up

LL Cool J [50 Cent] Chorus-
Now when you see me in the club [You Can Bump This!]
You ballin' out doin' it up [You Can Bump This!]
The champagne gon' buss [You Can Bump This!]
You wanna do it like us [You Can Bump This!]
Now mama after my show, come on and lets roll
i got places to go and money to blow
i got the shorty's so i keep it on the low
shhhh.. i said keep it on the low!

50 Cent Outro-
You Can Bump This!
You Can Bump This!
You Can Bump This!
You Can Bump This!

MADE BY HAKAROODI Give Him Rep

[P_Eastwood]

Mobb Deep (ft. Tony Yayo) - Click Click

[Havoc]
We get that paper baby boy, it's easy
You want to be who? You can't be me
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open
And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon
But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon
And there ain't that much room for all us
Limited space, the game like a tour bus
I won't break, I just take, take and take
Rape and rape, the game til there's no more cake
Snitch ass niggaz givin' up identities
Ain't my fort© makin' pennies
They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
Like ??, leavin' nowhere to be found but buried
The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me
Stop schemin' on me baby, it ain't that easy
Niggaz leave prints cause their palms so greasy
Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em
The AK'll do em, like nobody ?? 'em
Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

[Tony Yayo]
It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin' like a lightning bolt
I'm in that two-door Range Stormer
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus
I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion
Six hundred ki's, that's fifty-one million
Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones
Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago
My connect is a Cuban named Flaco
With my aim, you a human taco
Meetin' shells, yo the feds tryin' to peep our sales
My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

[Prodigy]
You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the window
When you catchin' me shootin' out the coup, then switch your lane
You don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat low
Cause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain
It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk
One, two, three hundred shots
Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block
Old people, the pets and the kids
Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit
And we don't give a fuck about the police nigga
This ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga
We're immune to the violence, it's nothin' to me
Fuck 'em - they don't give a fuck about P
If they could kill me, believe me, they would
That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good
When them street, lights, come on nigga
You best, have, your gun on nigga
Cause tonight we ride (Growl) and you die (Growl)
As soon as I walk up, or drive-by

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

Made By DrunkenMaster Give Him Rep

[P_Eastwood]

Backstage Pass

Ha ha ha
ahhhhhhh
aye aye, come here bitch
woooo
yea im talkin to you, talkin to you shorty


[Prodigy]
It seems like, ever since a nigga became multi
Every women on planet Earth got their eyes
On the kid; they all wanna touch
On a nigga skin, they love me so much
They all got P on they brain
And at the show do anything to get backstage
Just so they can hug 50, and kiss on Banks
After we all get a turn, the broads said, "Thanks."
Shit, just last month a nigga wasn't shit
Now I finger pop dimes, with diamonds on my fists
Niggaz bringing me they girl like, "You can have my bitch
Just help me get down with the G-unit!"
Man, male groupies - they make me sick
You ain't getting in the after party unless you're a chick
And bitch, you ain't getting in the hotel - unless we grip
And you're gonna look fine, plus suck a mean dick (woah)

[Hook: Prodigy]
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl - I know I seen your face before
Turn around - yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass
[repeat]

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Shorty what's up? You know you wanna roll with a nigga
I'm trying to fuck - if you decide to go with a nigga
I'll tear it up - in the tele you'll be loving a nigga
I'll work that, work that - yeah, I'll work that, work that

[Havoc]
It's funny how a bitch'll make her way backstage
Harder than the politician on the campaigne
No games baby girl, gotta do the damn thing
Let me see you back it up till you pull a hamstring
Face fuck, girl go for broke
So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat
Then Havoc on the floor
I don't need to get her number - she'll be at the next show
Half-ass dress, smelling like sex
Dried up nutt on her neck
They don't call us the massacre tour for nothing
We destroy good girls; send them home pussy soar from fucking
Catch 'em in the morning and somebody White-T'
And that's the kind of bitch that you call wifey
She'll do it anywhere from the tele to the tour bus
Here's the hot line bitch, call us

[Hook: Prodigy]
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl - I know I seen your face before
Turn around - yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass

Made By Younggunna GIVE HIM REP

[P_Eastwood]

Stole Sumthin
[Havoc]
Woooh, yeah,
you can get with this, or you can get with that
I don't got to tell you hoe, you know I got that crack
Three for the price of one, you know I have you comin' back
You can have me a P.O. absolute, and it's a rap
It's a fact, niggaz know, fuck with us you gettin' clapped
No I won't, say your name, it'll just put you on the map
And I ain't, into lettin' niggaz eat, no never that
Shorty love the way I swing my game, I got a better bat
Know I'm lethal with this rap shit, c'mon baby holla back
Cut that juggler, you bleedin', no there ain't no stoppin' that
I don't sleep, my eyes open, maybe a good powernap
Spit a verse, that'll addictively watch the cheddar stack
I'm shittin' on niggaz, shittin' like I took X-Lax
This a standin' ovation for homey, with a Tek clap
F that, we takin' over baby, and that's that
Catch me fuckin' with a bitch that can't stand rap

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me
Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money
There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me

[Prodigy]
Gunpowder resi' on the sleeve of my Pelle
I had to burn my leather, and toss My Buddy
Two hundred calls comin' in on my celly
I had to cut the ringer, like "Fuck e'rybody"
Drive the bulletproof all the way to Cali
Lay low for a month or so gettin' very
High where I'm goin' it gets my mind of the bums
Back on the East Coast I bury
Now I'm partyin' with Halle Berry
This Hollywood shit'll catch you slippin' if you let it
So niggaz started grillin' me
Like they was gon' take my things, so I assumed I had to set it
Now it's blood splashed all on the ice in my jewellery
They don't know who did it, cause I did it smoothly
Take my ass back to Queens
It's not like I look for trouble, it seems trouble always finds me, then

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]

[Lloyd Banks]
Look,
I got tons of old beef, and a brand new forty
A hardcore groupie that would take a bullet for me
A high-priced lawyer, just in case a nigga snap
And can't take a joke, and pop a nigga over rap
A horrible splatter in a matter of a second
Dead over a record, shit he sound like he meant it
My crew greater, yeah I'm talkin' to you hater
I'm too major, two-tone blue gator
New blazer, big gun, little razor
So raise up, that ain't how your momma raised ya
They wire-tappin' to hear somethin', they ear-hustlin'
They won't bust him, Rodney King em and handcuff him
It's nothin', there's more 'mati's (automatics) at the spot
One flat tire's gon' matter if they pop
I pop up tomorrow with the wagon off the lot
Stashbox, with the nine magnum with a wop

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]

Made By Younggunz Give Him REP !!

[P_Eastwood]

OKay NO More Of This Copying Just Post What You Want

[Tonza]

Can you get.....

Spider Loc - All Eyes On Us

[P_Eastwood]

Big Syke Fif Banks (All Eyes On Us)
You Know (All Eyes On Me)
Inglewoods My Hood
Big SyKe Got Me In The Booth With The Spirit Of Pac
I Grab The Glock
And Have The Wack Walls Clearing The Block
I Love To See These Bitch Boys Clearin The Spot
Gives A Fuck If These Bystanders Hear It Or Not
Cuz Im Ski Masked Up
And All Eyes On Me
So Hears Gonna Hear
And All Eyes Gon See
No Peace On Me The Tip Top Dont Seize
Most Wanted By The Feds
And Hip Hop Police (G-UNIT!!)
Im Just Doin My Thang
Im So Eastiest Theres No Way You Can Ruin My Name
And I Know Its Confusin
Cause So Many Rhyming
But Theres No Way Im Losin
With So Many Diamonds
And I Dont Ask Two Times
I Speak And A Bitch Flip
Better Watch That Lip
When You Speak To A Rich Crip
And Doja Should've Told Ya'll
I Was The Next Dime
In The 6-4 Rag Top Blowin The Best Bomb

Big SyKe
Everybody Wanna Know What I Got To Say
And Wanna Know How I BLow Without Dr. Dre
Cause I Say NWA Nigga Everyday
But Bumpin Honeys Making Money Is My Fortay
I DOnt Playaround I Stay Down In LA
Into The Grounds Makin SOunds Like Adalya
Visit Or Stay Dont Mold Like Claydo
North Of Wi Niggas Is Where You Better Stay Tho
And You Better Laylow City Of The Angel
Bitch Niggas Get Hogtied And Strangled
Its Spider Loc And Big Syke In This Muthaphuka
We Off The Block Like Pac In THis Muthaphuka
Its Thug Life Outlaw What You Thinkin Nigga
Cristal And Remy Martin Is What We Drinkin Nigga
I Lived My Life As A Thug Nigga
Till The Day I Die I Live My Life As A Boss Playa Still Gettin High

All Eyes On Us And All Mines Gon Bust
We Love To Gangbang All Knives On Us
But God Chose To Sign On Us
And Thats Why Theirs All Eyes On Us
All Eyes On Us And All Mines Gon Bust
We Love To Gangbang All Knives On Us
But God Chose To Sign On Us
And Thats Why Theirs All Eyes On Us

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[Tonza]

Props man!! I repped you

[P_Eastwood]

^ ^ Good Looks

[ggggunit89]

Young Buck - Doin My Thing

[DaMnNn ItZz jOhN]

pR0pS ONNNNN THIS SHIT HOKMOMODJS

[jayc16]

please I want the lyrics of i Wont tell

50 cent feat Mobb Deep - I Wont Tell ! I like this love song...

thanks!!

[P_Eastwood]

(Yeah)
This That Grown maYne Shit
Lets Go
You Can Catch Me With The Top Dropped Bitch
Police Know They Cant Stop This (Im Doing My Thang)
Big Chain Wit Some Rocks On My Wrist
Let Em Hate Yeah I Know I Got Em Pissed (Im Doin My Thang)
Move Em In Move Em In Move Em Out Move Em Out
Money Money Money Money Money Money (What Its Bout)
I've Been Out Here The All Day
Trappin Out The House
I Am What You Call The Dirty South (Im Doing MAh Thang)

So Ghetto Still In The Projects
Hand On The Metal A Nigga Still Robbin
Your Ask How You Doin I Say Im All Good
But My Life Been Ruined
We Livin Like We Should
Take Away The Pain
Dont Take Away The Game
Nigguh Gotta Kill Me Before He Take Away My Chain
Shooters Still Runnin The Rims Still Spinnin
Got The Work Still Coming
The Whole Team Winnin
While You Ballin On A Budget
You Ask What It Cost
And Im Hollerin Out Fuck It
Now Tell Me Who Tha Boss
This Is Crumbs The Bricks
The Gunz The Clips
The Thugs The Pimps
The House The whips (Yup)
We CAn Talk If The Conversation Worth Somethin
A Lil Weed And Hennessy Never Hurt Nothin
On The real Tho Homie They Still Baggin Up Grams
The Nigguh Better Know Who I Am (Im Doin My Thang)

You Can Catch Me With The Top Dropped Bitch
Police Know They Cant Stop This (Im Doing My Thang)
Big Chain Wit Some Rocks On My Wrist
Let Em Hate Yeah I Know I Got Em Pissed (Im Doin My Thang)
Move Em In Move Em In Move Em Out Move Em Out
Money Money Money Money Money Money (What Its Bout)
I've Been Out Here The All Day
Trappin Out The House
I Am What You Call The Dirty South (Im Doing MAh Thang)

Shake It Up
Move It All Around
Keep It Movin
To You Hear That Rock Hard Sound
We Be Groovin
The Freaks Lov The Way We Be Coming Down
They Be Like Them Boyz Blowin Dro By The Pounds
10 Cars 4 Trucks And a Couple Limos
Put The Bitches In The Back (We Dont Love Dem Hoes)
Hit The Switches On The Lac
Make The Front End Hop
I Got It Lookin Like Crenshaw On My Block
Now Hold On Homie
But But Wait It Get Worst
I Hear Him Stuttering
Suh Suh Sayin My Verse
You Better Wheel For Me
Im Bout to Hang Out The Sunroof
And Let These MuthaphuKas
See A Thug When He Come Thru
Im Feelin It I Got My Guccis On Killin It
Game And Fat Joe Dont Know Who They Dealin With
Let A Nigguh Run Up On Me With The Bullshit
Imma Show You Nigguhs How To Do This (Im Doin My Thang)

You Can Catch Me With The Top Dropped Bitch
Police Know They Cant Stop This (Im Doing My Thang)
Big Chain Wit Some Rocks On My Wrist
Let Em Hate Yeah I Know I Got Em Pissed (Im Doin My Thang)
Move Em In Move Em In Move Em Out Move Em Out
Money Money Money Money Money Money (What Its Bout)
I've Been Out Here The All Day
Trappin Out The House
I Am What You Call The Dirty South (Im Doing MAh Thang)

HIT THE REP !!!

[P_Eastwood]

If You Want (You Could Kiss It Girl)
I Wont Tell
If You Want (We Could Do It Right Here Or At The Hotel)
I Wont Tell
If You Want (At The Red Light We Could Start Things Off Right)
If You Want Girl I Want This

(Havok)
Mah I Wanna Spash On You Mac Lip Glass
I Wont Tell Kent To Kiss It Real Fast
You Got Me Feedin You
You See Me Fiendin
Even You In Mah Dream
Thats A Good Enough Reason
Little Felatio To Equal The Cheating
Some Bitches Bite It Like They Teethin
Probally Better Of Beating
But For Some Reason You Got Me
Breathin All Hard And My Legs All Knocky
Cant Eat It Right Now
Promise If You Spot Me
Give It To You Good Hardbody
I Wanna Fell Groggy
Get These Windows Foggy Girl
G-Unit I Write That Ass A Good Referal
Nah Im Just Playin
Harder To Dry Humid
If You Try It Some Say It Even Taste Like Kaneur
Yeah We Got The Creme Its A Good Enough Reason
Not To Mention Your Ass Bleeding

If You Want (You Could Kiss It Girl)
I Wont Tell
If You Want (We Could Do It Right Here Or At The Hotel)
I Wont Tell
If You Want (At The Red Light We Could Start Things Off Right)
If You Want Girl I Want This

(Prodigy)
Heh Girl Do YOu Remember Me
Same Boots And Jeans
For But Mah Jewelry Kept Me Lookin Clean
I Used To Try To Scream At You Way Back Then
You Use To Try To Scream On Me Like I Wont Shit
On Your Project Bench
You Out There Like Me
But You Was Ridin In Benz
And I Had The Hooptie
And You Know Dime Girls
Like A Thugged Out Nigguh
But You Was On Sum Bullshit Girl Admit It
Skip Forward 0-6 Im Rich
And You Still ridin Round Wit That 9-5 Benz (HA)
Its Ok Im Good Baby
Im In Hollywood Smokin Real Good Baby
Bitch Please My New Name Is V-I-P
Cause My New Clique Got EM And Fifty
Yayo And Banks
Young Buck And H (Alchemist!!)
Close Your Eyes Real Tight
Just Imagine Us Saying

If You Want (You Could Kiss It Girl)
I Wont Tell (Just Imagine Yourself Right Their)
If You Want (We Could Do It Right Here Or At The Hotel)
I Wont Tell
If You Want (At The Red Light We Could Start Things Off Right)
If You Want Girl I Want This

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I Will Be Taking Over Duties Over Here

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Any Request ??

[Tonza]

I need lyrics to that new spider loc song.. Not A Dance..

[Top_Notch]

i need the lyrics for spider loc no talkin

[mac daddy]

i need spider loc "187"

[DuST CLouDZ]

lol ^ Everythings Spider Loc And Yo For That 187 Song Do You Have a Clear Version ?

[mac daddy]

what do you mean by clear like cd quality

[DuST CLouDZ]

^ Yeah CDQ

[DuST CLouDZ]

I See All Of These Nigguhs
With These Rags In They Pockets
How Many Of Em Really Bang (Really Bang)
Where The Fuck Is You From
And What The Fuck Do You Claim

You Are Not A Gangsta
You Aint From The Hood
You Twistin Up Your Fingers
But You Aint Never Stood On This Block
Where We Put in Work
Homie Do Your Thang
This Shit Is Not a Game
Better Watch What Ya Claim
When They Crip Walk
That Aint A Dance
And When They Blood Walk
That Aint A dance
when They Crip Walk
That Aint A Dance
And When They Blood Walk
That Aint no Dance

Spider Loc
Cuz You Can Get Mopped
For walkin Like That
You Aint From Knowhere
So Stop Talkin Like That
You Best Pull Your Pants Up
And Lose That Rag
Or you Gonna Make The Loc Loc Up
And Use That Mac
Im A shooter
I Keep Fresh Prints On The Glock
And you A Goofball
The Real Fresh Prince On The Block
Pop Impostors quick
Serve These Busta's Slugs
You Aint A Crip Or Blood
Nah Just a Thug
Ni Start Harlem Shaking
And Get Carried Away
But Bust The Wrong Move
And you Can Get Buried Today
I Stay In These Streets
Gangbangin With A Black Mac
What Happen to The Baggy Jeans
In Ya Back Back
You Are Not A Gangsta
You Aint From The Hood
You Twistin Up Your Fingers
But You Aint Never Stood On This Block
Where We Put in Work
Homie Do Your Thang
This Shit Is Not a Game
Better Watch What Ya Claim
When They Crip Walk
That Aint A Dance (COME ON !!)
And When They Blood Walk
That Aint A dance (COME ON !!)
when They Crip Walk
That Aint A Dance (COME ON !!)
And When They Blood Walk
That Aint no Dance (COME ON !!)

Young Buck
If You Ask Me
Bangin Started On The Westcoast
Way Fore a Nigguh Ever Heard Of Death Row
I Was Out There
Me and Mah Big Cousin E
These California Streets
Aint Like Tennessee
But The Hood Aint No Different
Its The Same Ole Sh
Dont Nobody Talk When a Nig Get Hit
Fell In Love With This Life
Started Takin Them Trips
I Gotta Few Blood Homies
But I hang With Crips
Put In My Work
Im Stickin To The G-Code
I Got My Ass In The CAr
And Let That Heat go
Let You Tell It
You A Muthaph OG
but They Dont Know You
The Nigguhs Know Me (Yeah)

You Are Not A Gangsta
You Aint From The Hood
You Twistin Up Your Fingers
But You Aint Never Stood On This Block
Where We Put in Work
Homie Do Your Thang
This Shit Is Not a Game
Better Watch What Ya Claim
When They Crip Walk
That Aint A Dance (COME ON !!)
And When They Blood Walk
That Aint A dance (COME ON !!)
when They Crip Walk
That Aint A Dance (COME ON !!)
And When They Blood Walk
That Aint no Dance (COME ON !!)

C-Bo
I Hustle On The Block
Wit My Muscle Wit the Pot
Touch The Cash Fast
Like Zero to Sixty On The Dash
My Thirty-Eighty Mag
Got The Stashes I roll Pass
Cause The Gucci Bag
Got More Cash You Ever Gon Have
See Im A Gangbanga
Neighborhood Cain Slanga
If Its Not A Gangbanga
Got Cain Cant Slang Her
I Dont C Walk To Dance
Probally If I talk to Man
I Just Hit A Cashville Trap
And Made A Hundred Grand
I Just Made A Nigguh Flat
That Was The size Of Shaq
I Bat On That Half Of Sticks Spraying My Mac
Like When The Homies
Attack and It Kills a Top Head
I Might C Walk In The CLub
And Spend Top Bread
Like Yeah the Block Blead
Nigguhs Aint Said A Word
Now Its In A Perfect Position For Me To Set A Bird

You Are Not A Gangsta
You Aint From The Hood
You Twistin Up Your Fingers
But You Aint Never Stood On This Block
Where We Put in Work
Homie Do Your Thang
This Shit Is Not a Game
Better Watch What Ya Claim
When They Crip Walk
That Aint A Dance (COME ON !!)
And When They Blood Walk
That Aint A dance (COME ON !!)
when They Crip Walk
That Aint A Dance (COME ON !!)
And When They Blood Walk
That Aint no Dance (COME ON !!)


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Originally Posted by Lil Banger

i need the lyrics for spider loc no talkin

Get Me The Link For This Song