[Chorus: Young Buck & (D-Tay)]
Why
These niggas want me dead
(Better watch yo step) Put prices on my head
('Cause I cock my shit, and I pop my shit) But I ain't gonna change
(I don't play that shit) G-Unit, do your thing
These niggas want me dead
(Better watch yo step) Put prices on my head
('Cause I cock my shit, and I pop my shit) But I ain't gonna change
(I don't play that shit) G-Unit, do your thing
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Some say I'm crazy for signin' with 50 Cent (Hahaha)
Them same niggas wouldn't offer to give me shit (Bitches)
Niggas hate you when you rich, but love when you broke
I never knew I had so many enemies before
My arms is open to anybody who want beef
I promise you I won't sleep 'til y'all layin' six feet
G-Unit, that's what it is, that's what it's gon' be
Benzino or the Source can't hold me
I been heaven-sent to put an end to this nonsense
The handle of this fo'five will knock him unconscious
Most of these rappers, throw bricks and hide they hand
Come to our shows, then hide behind they man, they hoes
I understand I'm a target, I'm on top
But understand if you start it, I'm gon' pop
I'm not an artist, Buck is a street pharmacist
One of the smartest, that gon' get money regardless
Why
These niggas want me dead
(Better watch yo step) Put prices on my head
('Cause I cock my shit, and I pop my shit) But I ain't gonna change
(I don't play that shit) G-Unit, do your thing
These niggas want me dead
(Better watch yo step) Put prices on my head
('Cause I cock my shit, and I pop my shit) But I ain't gonna change
(I don't play that shit) G-Unit, do your thing
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Some say I'm crazy for signin' with 50 Cent (Hahaha)
Them same niggas wouldn't offer to give me shit (Bitches)
Niggas hate you when you rich, but love when you broke
I never knew I had so many enemies before
My arms is open to anybody who want beef
I promise you I won't sleep 'til y'all layin' six feet
G-Unit, that's what it is, that's what it's gon' be
Benzino or the Source can't hold me
I been heaven-sent to put an end to this nonsense
The handle of this fo'five will knock him unconscious
Most of these rappers, throw bricks and hide they hand
Come to our shows, then hide behind they man, they hoes
I understand I'm a target, I'm on top
But understand if you start it, I'm gon' pop
I'm not an artist, Buck is a street pharmacist
One of the smartest, that gon' get money regardless
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