lyrics G-Unit - 300 Shots

by **eminemcaparica** » Aug 31st, '05, 00:21

50 Cent-
Yeah..
Y'all niggas spend too much time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be, Tony Montana n shit
Well you can start, right before his ass get hit
So when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon grow up
nigga, knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone
im still down to sell crack got a fiends home
god bless the child with a flawless flow
say gave a nigga the talent to push flow
like a pimp watch a hoe, i watch the grams go
watch the stash grow, straight cash flow
im a hundred time bigger than preme in his prime
100mill in my count and im still on the grind
28 in my clique its so hard to shine
i mean talent like this its so hard to find
G-UNit..!!

Tony Yayo-
i don't dream now that i'm livin, im out to get it
my truck bomb kitted an AK can hit it
i'ma rap tycoon, i was flyin the wound
so im gettin ass like a public bathroom
i went from Rikers Island, to shows at the garden
automatic startin in the drop got your bitch pussy fartin
the album about to drop in 7 days
but i still poke a rapper at the VMA's
kilo's in a gram, PO's be my fans
that's why i'm overseas doin shows in Japan
i got gats from the future, see-through guns
so when my bullets leave the caper i can see you run
nigga i flip my advance before i ran through it
cuz that money turn haters into that barmen fluid
my dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10
keepin in a cool places from Uncle Ben

Murda Mase-
you know you messin with a nigga that do this for a livin
put two in the street while theres two in the kitchen
put guns in niggaz mouth like who's u dissin
we give for they knew who u was missin, nigga
you can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain
i have hoes back of the church, hummin your name
even then I feel it's like cheat my men
watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men
i pop niggaz in the chest they never breathe again
route 20 in the fitness see the streets again
whats a man tryna wake up who cant wake up
back guards face straight up with kinds of make up
cuz eveyrtime i run, scream, pop a 3-80
i hear a mother scream please not my baby
quick as I see its you, bullets will hit you, boyyy
your nobody so no-one will miss you
Queen's start to kickin its too much to get through
leave a nigga leakin like the indian ritual
who wanna run up on me they get loned quick
i blackout then snatch your chrome clique
leavin jail in '91, made i'm homesick
move pow fu like a Farrakhan attonement
raised in, caged in, let my ways spin
face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian

Young Buck-
a country nigga still lookin for a New York hoe
about to kill these niggaz with this New York flow
say one nigga name homie you gon' go
you in the Hot97 so New York know
i use to listen to Jada i've never listened to Joe
i couldnt tell ya how now one of his verses go
send Styles and Sheek out, doin promo
i was like What Up and they was like Uh-Oh
i aint just get cold, see my block be hot
50 give me the word niggaz woulda been pop
fuck a interview nigga i get into you nigga
enough hearin about what you finna do nigga

Prodigy-
Murder at its best, this is rap at its finest
you can see my verse, even if you the blindest
my raps is vivid, your bitch i hit it
all ready, yeah that's right it's spaghetti
head mob niggaz, my gun/bomb niggaz
go ahead and shoot, my pistol murk niggaz
when i let off the whole Earth feel the effects
i mix CD's and treat um like album shit
our albums, we treat um like the president elections
on our champagne campaign livin up dresses
on the dance flo' the Hennessee it flow
when you fuk with g-unit now you gon' fukkin blow
when you fuck with mobb deep, you better bring some fukkin hoes
cuz its a gang of us and we ready to go
cuz afta the party after the party we get so drunk
we forget all about the next day hun

Havoc-
get it teflon don, AK-filled
get your mouth blown off like the hand that feeds you
yeah little motherfucker but the hammer is diesel
g-unit game over this is only a preview
niggaz sittin on themselves gotta rock in the huggy
the coke and the pot rise to the top like dougy
got chicks with a ass like buffie, yes homie trus me
plays fuck me, kick um out when they try to get touchy
QB/Southside, if you wanted to trestle
man your man is hot you wanna be next to
like 50s beef is mine and mine is his
this is serious, motherfuckin ask them kids
niggaz wild on the streets scared to death to bid
sell anything that stay from the bottles and cuffs, nigga butt

Billy Danze-
you about to witness an M.O.P thug out
and for you niggaz hatin listen to the sounds of the Unit kiss my ass with your tongue out, nigga
fuck a warden i ring bells like a doorman
so all you motherfuckers take it easy like sunday mornin (GET UM UP)
put um up wrap your hand or knuckle up
ground zero we never ran never will we fuck um up
dude you gonna get your ass banged fuckin with that homie Lloyd Banks
wild gun style what the fuck y'all think..

Lloyd Banks-
niggaz aint got nuttin on me, errbody know that
niggaz run up on a V, errbody gon clap
and if he aint what he say, now he's body gon rats
jus rat, and catch your little body all rats
matter of fact, i don't hang out with no lobby for rats (Nah)
the gun swallow me back off Bacardi and Yack
im in the club with the snub, im part of the track
a stray from the K will take a part of your hat
im gettin cake like you couldn't believe but im accepted
by mainstream America and good in the piece
now niggaz wanna talk all greasy (why)
like they aint used to open up for me in the New York on tv (We know)
skip all chatter, and walk off Eazy
a milly will make your body looker look all measly
your bitch spotted me on the dolo and i'm low-low
damn near broke a monolo for a photo
i aint ridin around with a Dodo that's a no no
momma taught me better than that you gotta go home
look at me now, a product of poverty
i can't watch the way I gotta decide a me
the hoods ful of hurt but that was a robbery
critics owe me an apology, i'm probably a 16 away from the lottery
my niggas keep guns, thats one of the things I gotta be
im wrapped up in a dome shit, cuz nigga got all kinds of beef they want ya to come get
im 2-steppin with my weapon, cuz they dont check um up
i know niggas from round there and they don't check us
all of the niggaz was fans when I met um, jus waitin in the wind for niggaz to come and get um
on my next album, ima have some fun with um, spank um all around so everybody forget um
they envy, cuz I got the hood in a frenzy
and I move smooth with the wooden benzy
blend in, niggaz will body ya for a pen
baby need food, baby momma need fin
you know me, New York cap on
Batman whip that I got off a rap song
i'm the fan with the illegal strap on
Teflon and a wife beater in black on, it's on! (it's on!)

50 Cent-
whats up, this the kid 50 cent mayne
it's goin down ya heard me
niggaz got me man.. i thought ya niggaz got me all fucked up man
im finna kill few of you motherfuckers mayne
you what im sayin', i want y'all niggaz to say sumthin' smart out yo mouth boy
you better stop usin your mouth before i help you not be able to use your mouth, Motherfucker.!!

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