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With Me ft. Skip
Juvenile
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G-Unit, G-Unit
G-Unit, U-T-P
G-Unit, G-Unit
G-Unit, U-T-P
We gon' be poppin' them bottles every time we pose
And takin' planes to Atlanta where they throw them bows
And pull up in Rovers, baggin' the finest hoes
And takin' pictures with bitches in designer clothes
And niggas schemin' 'cause everybody neck is froze
And we comin' through stuntin', fuck your bad and the known men
Startin' trouble for no reason, we up to no good
Playin' the block all season, nigga, I'm so hood
Holdin' it down, bringin' pounds through the ghetto
To get it down, rocks colored blue and yellow
Ruinin' marriages, nigga, your lady mine
Performin' with vests on and P89's
Clear from the cops, no time for no baby crimes
Pushin' them drops, you know, the Mercedes kind
The most hated and anticipated since N.W.A
Clear the way
I got that trey pound with me now
I got that nine with me
Niggas know how I get down
You wanna grind with me
Twenty inch chrome spins
Come on and shine with me
Let's get that money, mayne
Let's get that money, mayne
I got that trey pound with me now
I got that nine with me
Niggas know how I get down
You wanna grind with me
Twenty inch chrome spins
Come on and shine with me
Let's get that money, mayne
Let's get that money, mayne
What the deal, dog? Nigga gotta bash your face
Get your shit bust up just to pass the day
I pull a fifth from my hip, let it blast away
And then three days later, watch the pastor pray
God forbid, you don't know how hard it is
Me and my brother, we ain't come up like no Cosby kids
We got together like, "Man, we gotta rob these kids"
When the last time you looked off in mama's fridge?
Where's the mask? Give it up, where's the stash?
Yeah, the dope all here, but nigga, where's the cash?
I got your kid, and he ain't really got to live
Unless you got somethin' that you really got to give
That's common sense, and I ain't been common since
I slipped up and made these same promises
Problem is I can't keep 'em and we ain't even
And you get your son back when he ain't breathin'
I got that trey pound with me now
I got that nine with me
Niggas know how I get down
You wanna grind with me
Twenty inch chrome spins
Come on and shine with me
Let's get that money, mayne
Let's get that money, mayne
I got that trey pound with me now
I got that nine with me
Niggas know how I get down
You wanna grind with me
Twenty inch chrome spins
Come on and shine with me
Let's get that money, mayne
Let's get that money, mayne
Man, fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas
Come out the dash with the MAC and spit rounds for my niggas
Tear it down for my niggas, make 'em drown for my niggas
Fuck parole, I'll touch white and brown for my niggas
Get on the stand in front the judge and twist nouns for my niggas
The raw slow, I get bricks and pounds for my niggas
You hear the sound of it, nigga, that's my round with it, nigga
Juvenile sicker than beats by the pound with it, nigga
Hit your town with it, nigga, and it'll be all over
Come in here with guerillas, dog, all know ya
L-D-T-C-6 and Willa, raw soldiers
Black shirts, black jeans, black kicks, and all Rovers
No -, no six, no stems, all doja
TEC-9, MACs, and Ks, all toasters
Sprewells, buttons, and blades, no roadsters
Pullin' up in the parkin' lot buckin' with no chauffeur
I got that trey pound with me now
I got that nine with me
Niggas know how I get down
You wanna grind with me
Twenty inch chrome spins
Come on and shine with me
Let's get that money, mayne
Let's get that money, mayne
I got that trey pound with me now
I got that nine with me
Niggas know how I get down
You wanna grind with me
Twenty inch chrome spins
Come on and shine with me
Let's get that money, mayne
Let's get that money, mayne
G-Unit, G-Unit
G-Unit, U-T-P
G-Unit, G-Unit
G-Unit, U-T-P
G-Unit, U-T-P
G-Unit, U-T-P
G-Unit, U-T-P