I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy


I got no choice but to be a rida

I approach you boy with the toaster boy


Get to point blank range and fiya


I ain't tryin to hear %#@!, I'm supposed to be rich

Mu'$#&@a get in tha way of my bread


Then I'm gon' load my %#@! then @@#! my %#@!


^!$$% trip, I'll come for yo' head

I'll have your ^!$$% in an ambulance tellin' ya hold on


The choir in your funeral singin' you so long


The top shotta, that rock product the block gotta

Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up


The mo' paper the mo' strength, we gon' get it


The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin'

I'm back on my bull%#@!, a verse is a full clip


Catch you with your (*##$ throw a song to her


^!$$% this is G-Unit, $#&@ your click

Like syphilis, (*##$ you stuck with this


I'm a loyal ^!$$%, die behind mine


Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign

You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head


Try to stop my shine but I got bread


And I ain't got time to hear what they said

When I catch them cowards I'ma buss their head


I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy


I got no choice but to be a rida

I approach you boy with the toaster boy


Get to point blank range and fiya


I ain't tryin to hear %#@!, I'm supposed to be rich

Mu'$#&@a get in tha way of my bread


Then I'm gon' load my %#@! then @@#! my %#@!


^!$$% trip, I'll come for yo' head

I'm comin' out of Southside, you know I'm raw


Big $$# check, dey show our score


Pull the dough out and roll out the Kreamizore

Fo' Fo' out, I know 'bout the keys of war


I'm hot, five hunnit degrees or more


My do' block an M-16 or more

I'm in the store coppin' %#@! you ain't seen before

Black card swipe, we galore


Yeah, yeah, I said these ^!$$%s stop talkin' then start worryin'

The feds keep comin', the money we buryin'


I'm in the mean loft, I'm in the cream Porsche

I let that thing off, I turn to T-Wolf

I drive a space ship, ^!$$% 2008 %#@!


Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape %#@!

^!$$%s on some ape %#@!, they all get hit


Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy

I got no choice but to be a rida


I approach you boy with the toaster boy

Get to point blank range and fiya

I ain't tryin' to hear %#@!, I'm supposed to be rich

Mu'$#&@a get in tha way of my bread


Then I'm gon' load my %#@! then @@#! my %#@!

^!$$% trip, I'll come for yo' head