G-Unit Radio Shade 45-DJ Whoo Kid

G-Unit Radio Shade 45 - DJ Whoo Kid I'm tired of that punk sh*t, where niggaz claim to done Where they from and who run sh*t, I bang it to the tip-top Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit rocks To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks I'm knowin' that this sh*t hot, this your first introduction To this motherf**kin' crip hop It's time to research the documents and pull some files and put it down with this gangsta style 'Cause I be seein' niggaz being more aggressive now After peace treaty meetings and the weapons down Sport Chucks 'member once it was Nikes and sandals To me it's unlikely that you're sheisty and skanless To manage this dramaticness I call my rep Every step stay on deck keepin' bustaz in check Certified murder guide through the streets of death Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya weakness met From that real killer deal get ya steal and mash Niggaz have done did when the steel'll blast Pockets filled with cash, f**k a Benz or Jag Lookin' rough in a bucket, tuckin' tens and Macs Dip roam, chip phones, flip and clock Lick shots and the cops and control your block Keep it true with the crew from the old to new Ride providin' 'em with guidance like your 'sposed to do Notice who, participatin' all the activity That's how we livin G, strictly killer tendencies So death to all my enemies and to the homies Who rest in peace, a dub bag and Hennessey These weak niggaz killin' me with their proclivity To even pro climate that they as real as me I'm tired of that punk sh*t, where niggaz claim to done Where they from and who run sh*t, I bang it to the tip-top Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit rocks To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks I'm knowin' that this sh*t hot, this your first introduction To this motherf**kin' crip hop Yeah ni**a this crip, crip, crip, talk sh*t and I'ma bust yo' lip I'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer In D.C., f**kin' with a breezy, easy, see we see all we can see G.R. we can G, the East side family, coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot On this East side sh*t 'cuz, I'm co-signin' On the East f**k peace we ridin violent F**k where you been it's all about where I been Sirens, gunshots, flood glocks get popped When they all try to knock knock knock Who is it? Visit the papers, the streets and the labels We got the hottest sh*t burnin' on the turntables I won't deny ya, I'm a straight rider and you don't wanna f**k with me (Yeh, yeh) I'm tired of that punk sh*t, where niggaz claim to done Where they from and who run sh*t, I bang it to the tip-top Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit rocks To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks I'm knowin' that this sh*t hot, this your first introduction To this motherf**kin' crip hop CRIP 'cause that's all we G I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip And I'ma tell you how the sh*t gon' C (Gon' C) Now, if I wasn't rappin' motherf**ker y'all be starvin' On my nuts without bucks like Marvin You can't sleep, you can't eat, look who starvin' Written bill paid but still gotta be a slave Flip your own money, make your own proper Get yo' own heat, in case some niggaz try to stop ya Be a boss hog about your money, float loc And trust no one, anybody can get smoke smoked Like a fat-a** blunt, of that bomb sh*t Have a babysitter set that a** up for chip Chips Ahoy Niggaz ran in with toys If you didn't see 'em it's the East side boys We be mobbin' like a motherf**kin' cut Dirty dealt, Lil' Sag, Lil' Jay, Lil' Chuck Two times, trey times on yo' motherf**kin' a** Keep it O.G. ni**a, rewind and pass It's just another day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin' Is you hustlin', do you relate to drug smugglin'? If so, grab a nine and start to trip But remember, don't let nobody punk you out yo' grip ni**a Dogg Pound groovin', East side is the greatest And other guys can't fade us, 'cause we're the hardest in the town And duces, never could be faded and all you suckers hate it Ohh crip is goin down, and baby have no doubt We gonna turn it out and that's on East side L.B.C. And we're the best, we rockin' coast to coast and we be blowin' d**e, and baby that's the sh*t I'm talkin real sh*t to ya baby (That real crip sh*t) Duces 'n trayz bangin' (That real crip sh*t) I'm talkin' real sh*t to ya baby (That real crip sh*t) Duces 'n trayz, bangin', bangin', bangin', bangin' (That crip) Oooh, yeah, that East sider sh*t (East side, East side) What y'all know about this here (What, what, what?) I'm talking crip sh*t (I'm, talk to me, talk to me) I'm talking crip sh*t I'm talking crip sh*t to you baby East side ahh, East side, East side Ahh, East side, East side