Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon Lyrics - 2005
You guys got phat while i starve man,
from now on nutin goes down without me,
from G-unit snickers, films nothing....
Verse 1. You dont want no drama,
we run up on your mama,
we cock backthe liama,
now thats beef nigga.
You dont want it started,
so dont get it started,
coz my gurillaz is insane and retard.
Yo i'm fresh out the joint sayin fuck my C.O,
now i'm in the town sayin fuck my P.O,
back in the street pushin kilos,
in that new bm with suicide doors.
Holdin 44 pimpin them hoes,
you know in a while homie anything goes.
My wrist holds gold,
baby got clothes,
bullets make your brain look like spagetti-o's.
Doin my foes trippen 24's,
and all my clients tales up in front of the stores.
I got, soldier on core like G.I joes,
and if you get hit nobody knows.
Jacob got me froze, neck all cold,
so i need a scarf when its time to roll.
Its Tony Yayo and i'm down to blow,
my garage got 6 6 double o's.
Chorus: X2
On the side come around i'm gone homie,
got the mac's and the cheque's and the pounds homie,
G-unit is the best thats around homie,
thats why we run your town homie,
