DJ Enuff, Def Jam's own Aight, who dat there? [DJ Kay Slay] Ayo it's DJ Kay Slay from around they way Street sweepers baby you know how it's goin
get to me The bitch, and she a G and said "what's up for later?" I said "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur" And muthafuck the hater It's about this making
their master It's a disaster, practicing who can kill us faster For less than nothin' like they did Bobby Huton Corruption got me clutchin' my rifle for gun bustin' Somethin's
cute to get a scar on my face I spend cake like a fashionable dude Catch me, G'd up, in a P. Miller khaki suit It's No Limit how I'm movin these pies
?! Kenny's dead we gotta ride tonight My little homey Kenny died tonight That's what I said, we gotta ride tonight My little homey Kenny died tonight Kenny's
soldiers in combat Gangstafied forever, forever Gangstafied forever, forever Gangstafied forever, forever Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya I'm a G A N G S
that And that's how it's gon' continue to be... Haaaaaa... none of you girls can ride fo free Rides wit me no that's a damn shame... That's how it is
Master P: A ghetto robbery) an that's how we ride (Master P: On a robbing spree from down South to the Wessyde) Chorus [Master P] 1, 2, 3, it's yo
master p Ughhh! green money, I like to count honey, My only bad habit that I like to sell b's honey We hot check the billboard spot 24 g's an p's to
master p] Fuckin seven stars, ya heard me Ain't nobody touching you, soldiers It's time for you to lead the pack (kane and abel, mystikal, gambino's,
master p] Oh yeah, and to our enemies We don't hate you but uh, we got a place for ya Cause uh Somebody goin die tonight No limit assassins goin ride
soldiers [Master P] nigga nigga nigga mercenary killers street hustlers and dealers nigga ghetto millionaires captains, colonels, luteinents we packin' G's niggas stackin' Ki's
to carry on, is carry on My nigga little Mike, my nigga G-Slim, and my cousin Larry gone I ain't trying to question God, but why so young That's why
Dogg pound mutha Fuckin gangsta crew Split wigs for a livin everydays thanksgiving Mutha fuck yall rides, we slides we dippin Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr. Master P
[Intro- Master P] Oh yeah, I done delivered the mail, all platinum Ghetto Postage wody And I can't do nothing for the 2 G'z but make every ghetto bounce
homie, he rides with me Huh, ask 'em all, they ride with me Top doggs, D O double G's, they ride with me Ask my homie big [Incomprehensible], he rides
I'm a soldier, I started my own gang I'm a soldier, G-Unit I'm a soldier, G-Unit I started my own gang I'm a soldier, G-Unit It's a fact homie, eagles
how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we