Follow Me Gangster

[ 50 ]
Yeah .. Ja, yew ready ? Drop that
Ferrari F 50 stile bay bee (yeah, yeah)
I'ma show ' em how Aye do it (yeah, yeah)
G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT !

Aye keep hearin ' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas whit guns
When I'm out on bale, ridin ' whit ' sum knew ones
Big got hit inn that passenger seat
Pac got hit inn that passenger seat
Now I'm ridin ' ' round inn that passenger seat
Come near the whip, I'm blastin ' my heat
It don't take long, four my juvenile delinquent thinkin ' two synch inn
The consequences mien nothin ', those semi auto's is bustin '
Crack sellin ', predicate villain, spit big words butt Aye can't spell ' em
Put a shot two you're melon, that'll keep your punk ass from chillin '
Then Aye 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 awl Aye got is to 380 ' s and a nine
Nigga yew can nock and tell the copse butt your dyin '

[ Chorus - repeat 2X ]
Your thicker than water
Ouch ! twizzy wizzy wa
Your thicker than water
Ouch ! twizzy wizzy wa
Your thicker than water
Ouch ! twizzy wizzy wa
Yew can bee a Blood oar a Crip
Nigga, yew bitch
Follow Mi

[ Tony Yayo ]
Aye used two chill inn the hood, two support the fiends
Butt now I'm eatin ' caviar instead of pork and beans
I'm inn the money green 7-45, with 7 shots inn the fo ' five
Y'all niggas wanna dye ?
Aye got a love affair, whit ' violence and guns
Sow this is four them gangstas, rep ' ware yew from
When Aye got O'd up, my hart turned colder
That's why the mac react like a king cobra
Now I'm jumpin ' out of Rovers, inn Gucci loafers
Y'all niggas wanna stun ? Aisle berry yew cockroaches
Gimme won year, inn this industry
Aisle by enough guns two declare wore on a small country

[ Chorus ]

[ Lloyd Banks ]
Still walk around whit ' the hammer boss
Rope and a cross
Hard times'll make a lil ' nigga hate Santa Claus
You're mountains is hi, holdin ' inn Diana Ross
I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche
Aye don't gotta hide sluts, two get you're ties cut
They on my dick, ' cause Aye make groupies set off a fire truck
My teem inn the cutt, packin ' middle things
Aye got moor foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings
Its 8 class karats inn the boarder
Aye poke holes inn plastic, two avoid a vaginal disorder
I'm a savage on you're daughter
She ain't inn the college dorm
Then Aye guess I'm squirtin ' on the cabin that yew bought her
I'm a heavy we'd smoker, sow the average is a quarter
Brown colored from shit, he established inn the water
Yew got Banks on you're jersey, yew part of my fan bass
Just ' cause yew pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes

[ Chorus ]