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G-Unit lyrics : "187 Ya Yo"

[50 CENT:]
G G G G G-Unit. 50 Cent ^!$$% Tony Yayo (yeah)


(Drop That %#@!)

Yeah and it don't stop,

I do a 187 on yo' mother$#[email protected] block
Yeah and it don't quit,
It's G-Unit in yo? mother$#[email protected]' $$# (*##$


Yeah and it don't stop,
I do a 187 on yo? mother$#[email protected] block

Yeah and it don't quit,
It's G-Unit in yo? mother$#[email protected]' $$# (*##$


[TONY YAYO:]
They say good things will happen to those who wait
Shorty stuck in the game still slingin? weight

None of that's yo? life that ten in the brown
For XL six or seven fo? pound


Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is better
And with camera's in the mirror ^!$$% cars costs cheddar
I'm on first class flights with flying cooks

Cuz my verse sound nice when they flyin' hooks

Now im blowin' weed-o in Beverly Hills

Some bad free hoes in the Montreal
Next year it's the new Hummer
Stash box with the llama drive through in the blue data bomba


Heaven or Hell will prevail when I'm a goner
Cuz I Eat up tracks Like Hannibal and Dahma

I'm the first one out, and last one on the cOrner
This life is a hustle any day you be a goner


P89 Ruger with the silence off
Little clipper sellin' spitballs goin' through straws
We got plenty of rap sheets but not on sale

We even got dillingers that hold shotgun shells

These rappers is talkin' 'bout bricks in they rhymes

You never did %#@! but some Mickey Mouse crimes
I don't respect it my work is never watered down
So on the first I get more checks than Nike town


Swingin' 31 Money's I been on the block
Since ^!$$%'s did the snake runnin' man in the walk

When I was 15 I didn't want no workin papers
I worked the strip all night, servin' [email protected][email protected]


Listen ^!$$%, We live like Italians in jail
I got CO's bringin' cell phones to my cell
Get rich in the game, ^!$$%s out to get you

Fill you $$# up with led turn yo' $$# to a pencil

I jumped out with the Ruger rapid fire

I had you on the run like Omar on the wire
I'm the only rapper you know that stay on the run
I'm the only rapper you know that stay with a gun


I'm a hustla' OG's love to hate
Cuz I got olD school money put away in a safe

You can catch me in the hood where that dope and [email protected]%!e at
Or you can catch me in cali in the Hollywood throwback


I'm a bail jumper, you know them fish scale pumper
$#[email protected] judge wong he gon' catch me on the corner
^!$$% make poor attacks, homie ya owe me

You wanna rap we can battle for yo' see through rollie

I begin in a mansion stripin' the models

The bathroom's so far you gotta piss in a bottle
There's too many Indians and not enough chiefs
Why you buy all the gun's if you ain't got enough beef



The %#@! I spit will cause an all out riot
In my new 4 fifth will cause a hollow tip die
Im the type to tie up your lady, gun butt your baby

Im like the mob ^!$$% $#[email protected] you pay me

Im'a hide my $$#ets, and disappear
Make a quick 20 mil and vanish in thin air
I've finished my work now its time to cop

And meet that Chinese lady at the baggage spot

I Need 12 12's
And 58 58's
Cuz I got 8 sales

And they all gon' wait mother$#[email protected]
50 CENT:

Yeah and it don't stop,
I do a 187 on yo' mother$#[email protected] block

Yeah and it don't quit,
It's G-Unit in yo' mother$#[email protected]' $$# (*##$

Yeah and it don't stop,
I do a 187 on yo' mother$#[email protected] block
Yeah and it don't quit,

It's G-Unit in yo' mother$#[email protected]' $$# (*##$

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