give you clowns a little lean to come out Cause I drop every two years...but it's over now, you know? Hah [Chorus] The G-O-D S-O-N K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C
it's over now, you know? The G O D S O N K I N G O F N Y C That's me The G O D S O N K I N G O F N Y C That's me The G O D S O N K I N G O F N Y C That
Traduction: Dans. Le DIEU.
[Chorus:] x2] Mama told me there'd be days like this But I ain't never ever think there'd be a day like this (Naw!) Not now not ever, and now until forever
money I ain't hurting, I'm doing good I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood (Chorus) G-Unit, are you ready G-Unit, are you ready G-Unit
laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone! [car tires squeal] 2003 Suburban swerving - too many sips of Henny (yeah!) The D's sick
that won't front for some Mickey D's Bandanas to Barrettes (uh,uh) Daisy dukes to spandex (all that's good wit me) I like 'em G-H-E-T-T-O Now believe
with a New York fit Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Run up in The Tunnel catch a New York vick O.D.B. reppin New York sick Shit you want the truth take
That But When They Say One Of The Best, I'm Nowhere Thought Up As That Not Even The Same Leage As Jay-Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie Or Maybe The Name Me Somewhere
told you come on homie we major Really Doe told you hoes where we staying G.O.O.D music up in this bitch now quit playing Dawg it can't be G.O.O.D. music
-split a faggot nigga wig He got G-Unit wings, throw them off the Queens Bridge Now your career is over, career is over We in QB, banging CNN in the rover T-O
helping me slay dem faggots. G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone
A Red Bandana) [Outro:] Yeah Mother Fuckers Chuck Taylor O You Thought I Forgot About That Alias Huh Im Going Back To My Roots G-Unit Is Dead
