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I’m Leavin
G‐Unit feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo
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Yeah
I'm leavin' on the next plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
I'm a Southside nigga, you can find me where the money at
Find me in your crib with the nino, where that money at?
See me, I found the remedy to stop the tellin'
I put that Ruger to your forehead and pop your melon
See me, I gets busy, frontin', it's a rizzy
I move with the semis, zoop-zoop through the city
The law can't get me, the Lord gotta get me
I make shit hot, then lay low 'til it fizzy
You think you know Fiddy, you don't know Fiddy
In the S550, the .44 with me
My man Yay Izzy stay off the hizzy
Sell fiends wizzy, they smoke pack 'til they dizzy
Your man Joey Crack, I told him before
He don't want it with me, you pussy fat boy
You want war? Okay, I want war
Catch you slippin', put you, put your brains on the floor
I'm leavin' on the next plane
D's ran up in my crib and found cocaine
Fingerprints on the hammers and heroin
Before I go back to jail, I'm squeezin' mane
I'm a Southside nigga, you can find me where the money at
Find me in your crib with the nino, where that money at?
See me, I found the remedy to stop the tellin'
I put that Ruger to your forehead and pop your melon
Look, television caters to pop, not violent hits
With you, the name fall off, it's all politics
Niggas don't throw rights, they throw hollow tips
And they don't wanna get married, they want model chicks
Sex, liquor and dope, bottle piff
Fuck buyin' a Phantom, I just buy a fifth
Yesterday's that, it's tomorrow's this
From a ant hill to a Colorado cliff
Nigga, you violate me, I'm sendin' you to God
I'm no peacemaker, that's my jeweler's job
I spit it how I live it, nigga, you the fraud
Put my weight on your back and move your yard
I'm leavin' on the next plane
D's ran up in my crib and found cocaine
Fingerprints on the hammers and heroin
Before I go back to jail, I'm squeezin' mane
I'm a Southside nigga, you can find me where the money at
Find me in your crib with the nino, where that money at?
See me, I found the remedy to stop the tellin'
I put that Ruger to your forehead and pop your melon
Ayo, you touch one of mine, I touch one of yours
Send us to the hospital, I'll send yours to the morgue
I'm like Jesus in the hood and God to the industry
All 50 enemies are all of my enemies
I'm a smoker, OG Kush in a jar
Drop the top on the Lam', play some poker with the car
Glock automatic, yo, bitch got a fatty, yo
Fourteen bricks, Pablo killed fatty, yo
Those 700s, they ain't made them yet, yup
They got 'em now, Biggie, the F700 crazy
Wide body, refrigerated doors
I blend up the D and cook up the hard
I'm leavin' on the next plane
I don't know if I'll be back again
Yeah, I watch rap city
I see this fat nigga Joy get frontin'
Don't nobody like this nigga's shit
This nigga's shit is wack, son
That nigga J Holiday's a new nigga
And he's makin' the shit hot
Niggas really don't wanna hear your fat ass, nigga
Your shit is wack, son
Tell you straight up, nigga
And I'm easy to find, nigga
You can't find me, look in the motherfuckin' Yellow Pages
I'm right across the street from Madison Square Garden
Everybody come here for motherfuckin' interviews
Everybody come here to talk to me when they need to take a meeting
Why you can't find me? Huh?
Hard to find a nigga that you know got a gun
Right? Hard to find a nigga that you
Know ride around in bulletproof shit
Hard to find a nigga, huh?
Well, now you got my undivided individual attention
I'm on your ass now