30,000!
30,000!
30,000!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Do it like you're turning south doors, doing strong!
Now where you from, who the boss? I'ma break it off!
Where you from, who the boss? Let me break him off!
Now where you from, who the boss? I'ma break him off!
Where you from, who the boss? Let me break it off!
I'm Cadillac, it's the police, it's on 24th
C.P. Tlandred, been in blowin' plenty, bro
Don't have to meet you when you kiffin', you get plenty hold
It's all on you, if you go quicker, you gon' get your job
I know I got the haters mad, I can love that
When you got love for the trees, they do your love fast
Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scared
Poppin' them things, I'm makin' my share anywhere
If you gon' represent your hood, what you wait on
Security better pack up, when they play the song
And we got 50 stars, we still make us do it wrong
My clickers and real ones, they got they see you be strong
All of that meat, muckin' really don't mean nothin'
Come on and take it outside, let me see somethin'
What, what, what, what now? Don't give up or walk down
Stop all that hate and none of this club, gon' get your job
Now where you from, who the boss? I'm a break it off
Where you from, who the boss? Let me break it off
I hear him talkin', what he proffin'? Get that ass strong
Watch out, get the club caught, I'm a make-up star
We ain't playin' water sports, get that ass strong
Do it like you dirty south boys doin' stuff
Now where you from, who the boss? I'm a break it off
Where you from, who the boss? Let me break it off
Now where you from, who the boss? I'm a break it off
Where you from, who the boss? Let me break it off
TGG, you Nick, coming straight outta comp
Then lace up my G-Six's and I ain't 10 stopin'
Got 10,000 cash in my pocket, let the pump in
Cause Luda and Young Bucke always getting me into somethin'
Low ride out in front, I'm tryna get into somethin'
Step on bank, shoot one more time and I'm a stop bus
Bustin' rose gold in my grill
I got a dirty mouth and a bitch with a fat ass
From the dirty dirty side
But what's tryna get the cover of the double excel
Just tryna fuck Maya, her drinks and sex sales
Don't be mad at the rocks and my fuckin' chain
Don't be mad cause your bitch shows fuckin' gang
You see the logo tatted on my neck
The same when I'm autographing on the chest
Put your bottles in the air for yeyo
He on house arrest and on my hand for 50 cents
This is G-Unit, what the hell?
Stop, shit that you G-Unit now
Stop, shit that you D-Unit now
I hear you talkin' buddy pop to get that ass off
Watch how you think we're a cunt
I'ma make them stop
We ain't playin' one before
Get that ass off
Do it like the dirty south boys doing stuff
Now where you from, who the boss?
I'ma break it off
Where you from, who the boss?
Let me break it off
Where you from, who the boss?
I'ma break it off
Where you from, who the boss?
Let me break it off
I'm a monster in this game
Similar to the Loch Ness
My rhymes are nappy-rooted
Some verses got a process
The proof in this booth
Ain't no doubt when I'm rappin'
If I say it, I'll be the judge
Or it belts the house
When I pull up in the Louis truck
On 26th and people come out
If life's a crap game
I'm rollin' sevens on the come out
These rappers think I'm ignorant
Love sayin' my name
Cause maintaining my bitch
Takin' that house off the same
Asked me, I'll say I made it
And it showin' luck
But cause hustlers relate to me
And so I'm a young and a fuck
You see, I'm married to my music
But we got a prenup
So if that bitch don't act right
I'm still gettin' my good
My deals never get screwed
My contract's practicing abstinence
I'm masterin' this program
Hazin' these undergrads
And when something's hippin' me easy
We catchin' feelings
Cause you work for a couple hundred grand
And I'm workin' for you
Nobody's thinkin' about what's your big deal
I'm so clean, man
Yeah!
