50 Cent - Follow Me Gangster Lyrics
(feat. G-unit)[50]Yeah.. Ja, You Ready? Drop ThatFerrari F 50 Style Baby (yeah, Yeah)I'ma Show 'em How I Do It (yeah, Yeah)G-g-g-g-g G-unit!I Keep Hearin' Niggas Is Happy, The D's Come, Niggas Wit GunsWhen I'm Out On Bail, Ridin' Wit' Some New OnesBig Got Hit In That Passenger SeatPac Got Hit In That Passenger SeatNow I'm Ridin' 'round In That Passenger SeatCome Near The Whip, I'm Blastin' My HeatIt Don't Take Long, For My Juvenile Delinquent Thinkin' To Sink InThe Consequences Mean Nothin', Those Semi Auto's Is Bustin'Crack Sellin', Predicate Villain, Spit Big Words But I Can't Spell 'emPut A Shot To Your Melon, That'll Keep You're Punk Ass From Chillin'Then I Got That Nine And A Fo'-fo', That H2 Is Never FullBullet Proof Windows And Doors, Gangsta How 'bout YoursSouthside Tatted On My BackMy Last Gun Shipment Got The Whole Hood StrappedNow All I Got Is Two 380's And A NineNigga You Can Knock And Tell The Cops But You're Dyin'[chorus - Repeat 2x]You're Thicker Than WaterOuch! Twizzy Wizzy WaYou're Thicker Than WaterOuch! Twizzy Wizzy WaYou're Thicker Than WaterOuch! Twizzy Wizzy WaYou Can Be A Blood Or A CripNigga, You *****Follow Me[tony Yayo]I Used To Chill In The Hood, To Support The FiendsBut Now I'm Eatin' Caviar Instead Of Pork And BeansI'm In The Money Green 7-45, With 7 Shots In The Fo' FiveY'all Niggas Wanna Die?I Got A Love Affair, Wit' Violence And GunsSo This Is For Them Gangstas, Rep' Where You FromWhen I Got O'd Up, My Heart Turned ColderThat's Why The Mac React Like A King CobraNow I'm Jumpin' Out Of Rovers, In Gucci LoafersY'all Niggas Wanna Stun? I'll Bury You *****roachesGimme One Year, In This IndustryI'll Buy Enough Guns To Declare War On A Small Country[chorus][lloyd Banks]Still Walk Around Wit' The Hammer BossRope And A CrossHard Times'll Make A Lil' Nigga Hate Santa ClausYour Mountains Is High, Holdin' In Diana RossI'm Like A 2003 Banana PorscheI Don't Gotta Hide Sluts, To Get Your Ties CutThey On My Dick, 'cause I Make Groupies Set Off A Fire TruckMy Team In The Cutt, Packin' Middle ThingsI Got More Foreign Shooters Than The Sacramento KingsIt's 8 Class Karats In The BorderI Poke Holes In Plastic, To Avoid A Vaginal DisorderI'm A Savage On Your DaughterShe Ain't In The College DormThen I Guess I'm Squirtin' On The Cabin That You Bought HerI'm A Heavy Weed Smoker, So The Average Is A QuarterBrown Colored From Shit, He Established In The WaterYou Got Banks On Your Jersey, You Part Of My Fan BaseJust 'cause You Pour Syrup On Shit, Don't Make It Pancakes[chorus]