feat. G-Unit). [50]. Yeah.. Ja you ready? Drop that. Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah yeah). I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah yeah). G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT!. I keep hearin' niggas is happy the D's come niggas wit guns. When I'm out on bail ridin' wit' some new ones. Big got hit in that passenger seat. Pac got hit in that passenger seat. Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat. Come near the whip I'm blastin' my heat. It don't take long for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink. in. The consequences mean nothin' those semi auto's is bustin'. Crack sellin' predicate villain spit big words but I can't. spell 'em. Put a shot to your melon that'll keep you're punk ass from. chillin'. Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo' that H2 is never full. Bullet proof windows and doors gangsta how 'bout yours. Southside tatted on my back. My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped. Now all I got is two 380's and a nine. Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're dyin'. [Chorus - repeat 2X]. You're thicker than water. Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa. You're thicker than water. Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa. You're thicker than water. Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa. You can be a Blood or a Crip. Nigga you bitch. Follow Me. [Tony Yayo]. I used to chill in the hood to support the fiends. But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans. I'm in the money green 7-45 with 7 shots in the fo' five. Y'all niggas wanna die?. I got a love affair wit' violence and guns. So this is for them gangstas rep' where you from. When I got O'd up my heart turned colder. That's why the mac react like a king cobra. Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers in Gucci loafers. Y'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches. Gimme one year in this industry. I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country. [Chorus]. [Lloyd Banks]. Still walk around wit' the hammer boss. Rope and a cross. Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus. Your mountains is high holdin' in Diana Ross. I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche. I don't gotta hide sluts to get your ties cut. They on my dick 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck. My team in the cutt packin' middle things. I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings. It's 8 class karats in the border. I poke holes in plastic to avoid a vaginal disorder. I'm a savage on your daughter. She ain't in the college dorm. Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her. I'm a heavy weed smoker so the average is a quarter. Brown colored from shit he established in the water. You got Banks on your jersey you part of my fan base. Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit don't make it pancakes. [Chorus]