G-Unit - Betta Ask Somebody Lyrics
[50 Cent]I, know, you, knowI'm, on, fiiiii-re[Chorus: 50 Cent]If, you don't know, who I beYou betta ask somebooooody about meOh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enoughI put that snub nose to ya and bust niggaIf, you don't know, who I beYou betta ask somebooooody about meAnd they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boyAnd I done told ya, over and over boy[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]I come from a big city, the streets corruptNow I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you upOut here niggaz'll do anything to reach a buckCause when you broke you can't afford to ***** ya sneakers upI take my time, keep my mind on my bank fundsLearn how to seperate the real from the fake onesAnd on my heater nina rep what could I carry onMy nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy goneFrom now on I can provide cause my paper's straightFamily losin his legs, but I can take the weightSome niggaz hate but I'll be damned if they hold me downFront niggaz didn't know me then, bet they know me nowBlunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frownCause every time I turn around a nigga locked downWhile I'm in the world, tryin to bring my loot throughHopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga[Chorus][Verse Two: Young Buck]Uhh, they never seen 26's on a HummerMy goal is to try to ***** Trina by the summerSome niggaz hate me, but they only made meGo and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby (bling bling!)G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazyNext time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats***** you, pay me, take your magazine flicksThis ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at thisGot the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustlerPlus I probably done robbed mo' artists than RussellAlways in trouble, you can blame my motherGave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungleI ain't crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birdsPapi had coke and new plates and pounds of herbKeep my hand on my glock, and my ear to the streetsI'm a country boi, you can hear it when I speakG-Unit![Chorus][Verse Three: 50 Cent]Bentley is all dreams, G-5 ajendaI made a nigga heart colder than December (yeah!)Don't take much to make my gun go offOne shot'll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!)If you don't know you betta ask who I beOr end up in ICU gettin fed through a IVDown in the Lou', they say they feelin me derrtyIn New Orleans they say I'm that nigga, ya heard me?From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don't frontYou know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd upRollin that weed upNigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jackedHit with a bat or beat up***** that, we're on that same bullshitSame forty-cally glock, same full clip***** claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif meI'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me[Chorus]
