Stranger

Uh, I'm doin' my thang,
G-Unit's my gang
Ma, I gotta get mine, all the day all the time
N****, you know how we roll, twenty three's twenty four's
I'm holdin' my ground in case somethin' goes down
Uh, yeah don't fall for a big butt and a smile
They set ya up you f*** around have to buck in the crowd
Around my way, ain't sunshine ev'ryday
N****s'll cross ya, you should hear the slang they say
In a land of attitudes **'s and accidents
Where n****s split blunts eight ways and pack the b****
Mama spit me out with a spindle and
I been mackin' since
And I'm stubborn, so
I don't lean back and flinch
You're perpetratin', embarrasin' the crooks
Plus your frontin' they only seen
Paris in the books
Whenever you leave the bricks watch the n****s you roll with
Before you know it n****s be shootin' up yo' s***
The clubs a fashion show, so n****s go get
And rev up all the broke n****s rockin' they old s***
Before the night is done they be another murder
So put your money to the side for another burner
Stranger, don't bring 'em 'round if
I don't know 'em like that
I feel like it's targets all over my back
Because of these broads that's layin' over my lap
A n**** that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
I just saw the dealer and
I'm goin' right back
Stashin' my g*** 'cause
I know they might rat
I'm doin my thang,
G-Unit's my gang
Uh, I'm frontin' in my
G62's the yellow and royal blues
I'm better than all you dudes hot metal for all you fools
The one that n****s admire many study all my moves
And I'm focused 'cause
I'm a end up bloody if
I snoozeYou a sucker for love or maybe
I'm a bit different
If you ask me, is your baby mama's a pigeon?
I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon
And I'm out poppin'
Cris b****
I'll show you how
I'm livin'
I keep havin' them dreams 'bout n****s gettin' the drop on me
Lettin' them things fly up and down the block for me
True fear n****s don't feel ya they triflin'
But I adapt 'cause
I used to think just like 'em
As soon as
I hit the top
I noticed the sudden change
It's probably the
Maserati Ferrari, yeah the
RangeThis is
South side street talk the hood slang
And my product, a open your nose like good
CaineStranger, don't bring 'em 'round if
I don't know 'em like that
I feel like it's targets all over my back
Because of these broads that's layin' over my lap
A n**** that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
I just saw the dealer and
I'm goin' right back
Stashin' my g*** 'cause
I know they might rat
I'm doin' my thang,
G-Unit's my gang