G-UnitEase Up

[Hook: 50 Cent] x2 Y'all niggas better ease up Cause I ain't for the sucka shit Better figure out who you're fuckin' with Hoes down, G's up Don't get me on my other shit Cause then we get to shootin' and cuttin' shit [Verse 1: Young Buck] I've done been caught slippin', had to take the bullets out myself Bite down on this bandana and hold my breath Almost killed me, a couple more inches to the left And I'd be out of here, finally get my chance to see death Meanwhile I'm healin' up on Popular Hill Gettin' head in the va, they got your bitch on the film I got to bust a couple heads with my nigga Soulja Slim Talked to C-Murder, he 'bout to come home from the pen [Verse 2: Kidd Kidd] And when he come home, I might be the one that's goin' in Just hit your block last week, this week I'm goin' again You don't know who you fuckin' with, I'm the one they come and get You know what you gonna get, I don't know which gun to get You ain't ever shoot nothin', got shot at Shot back, pull the stock back, gave his waves a stockin' cap I'm 'bout that, I'm gettin' the chopper right now I know where Buck hide 'em at [Hook: 50 Cent] x2 Y'all niggas better ease up Cause I ain't for the sucka shit Better figure out who you're fuckin' with Hoes down, G's up Don't get me on my other shit Cause then we get to shootin' and cuttin' shit [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I've been with the bullshit, niggas sayin' I'm slippery [?] my car door, them niggas wasn't hittin' me Niggas say they aired me out, boy you hit the stop signs Said you tried to take my head off, you better stop lyin' I take a nigga's work, murk, all I do is diss All I, all I do is diss, all you, all you do is miss I'm my town, boy I'm what they wanna talk about I show a country nigga quick what New York about City slicker, slick nigga talkin' slick shit The slick kinda nigga niggas better stick with If they're tryna eat, out there on the street Pop shit, pop a nigga, watch a nigga leak [Hook: 50 Cent] x2 Y'all niggas better ease up Cause I ain't for the sucka shit Better figure out who you're fuckin' with Hoes down, G's up Don't get me on my other shit Cause then we get to shootin' and cuttin' shit [Verse 4: Tony Yayo] Chuck Norris vs. Bruce Lee, in the kitchen chop a ki Money comin' in, ain't no time for sleep Blunt look like a twig, one hand on a cig Stashbox for the pigs, yah dig So your claim to fame is puttin' work in I'm on the Cayman Islands gettin' brains like a surgeon In solitary pursuits, and nothin' but the fuckin' door If niggas ribs touchin', kick [?] [Verse 5: Lloyd Banks] Fuck outta here with all that money shit, ya' scrambling still Foot 'em, let the damage build, 357 cannonfield Realest on the planet, still, steal a nigga just because [?] yo he don't mean it, yes he does Bimmer leanin' hefty drugs, I hope you niggas rest in pain Peel 'em off a rind of piss, my feelings gone since I was 6 I steal a corner, rocky wrist I hear you're boring, I'm convinced I was born to double dead presidents [Hook: 50 Cent] x2 Y'all niggas better ease up Cause I ain't for the sucka shit Better figure out who you're fuckin' with Hoes down, G's up Don't get me on my other shit Cause then we get to shootin' and cuttin' shit
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