I'm So Sorry
50 cent, uh llod banks, uh
Young Buck, uh game Nigga' G-Unit
Haha it's easy man, it's easy man
Ay yo I switch my hustle
No more dice games dillemas you see blood
In the snow after the shots in december
Niggas is broke that's why
They stay ice grillin
I'm in the aspens laughin snow mobilin
With a beautiful bitch she chocolate athletic
Ass poke out like serena asks
Banks he seen her
Plus she hood she ain't hollywood
Remind me of trina
D's come shorti even down to hold down a nena
G stand for gangsta unit stand
For you niggas in trouble
Better lock and load on the double
I'm so sorry niggas all fucked up they ain't
Gettin money in the hood i'm So Sorry
I lied to ya say I let you
Hold something homey if I could i'm so sorry
You know I could but I don't
Wanna help you out nigga i'm so sorry
I'm in that 6, 7 glass house
In and out of lanes murder on my mind
Old english runnin through my veins
I think about easy and it eases my pain
I drink a 40 ounce g unit soakin in the rain
I came into this world both feet in the dirt
No purple label no button up shirt
No harm intended no subliminal disses
But hard facts seperate the
Men from the bitches
I would popped your ass if
I thought you was worthy
Lookin like boy george in
That larry bird jersey
Buck pass the dutch I'm
Blowin that bob marley
Hop off the G-4 lets have
A boston tech party G-Unit
I'm so sorry
You niggas don't sound that good when
You step in the booth i'm So sorry
Nigga that it hurt but god dammit
You kno it's da truth i'm So Sorry
You see me do good it's
Makin your punk ass sick i'm so sorry
That I ain't got room for all
You niggas on my dick i'm so Sorry
Yeah
A snap of a finger will make you guys cripple
I came up with this on the shitta, nigga
I handle bars like a bicycle
Stars make your eyes trickle
As stiff as an icecycle
The muffalas the sounds of land
That's why I whistle
Fire your stylists you know dats wrong
For letting you put that
Foot locker noback on
Around here niggas get shot
For performin that song
And hoes cut they eyebrows off
And draw them back on they try to merk me yo
That's why 50 bought me a trey pound
With a nose longer then pinnchio
Pop shit I stroke your s
And soon as her mouth open up what?
Same color as coconut
I'm so Sorry
You ain't from compton you ain't
Gotta flow like game i'm so sorry
You ain't lloyd banks mixtape artist
Of the year man i'm so sorry
You ain't young buck you don't let
The gun buck son you butt i'm so sorry
You get outta line I'll personally
Come fuck you up
We don't chase no hoes
We dream about it while we make the dough
Ill have a hundred fuckin hatiains
Come and cut your throat
I still touch the dough
Niggas my ears to the street
I got niggas from your own hood workin for me
You got ya hand out
Can't even bail your man out
Real know real cuz the bitch niggas stand out
Nobody gonna miss you when the
Dessert eagle hit's you
Just do like pac said pour
Out a little liquor
Picture gettin your chest blown open and
No one there to save ya
You momma gotta wake up
Makin funeral arrangements
You kno who to play with
And we ain't the ones
This G-unit shit is deeper than a
Prick in your thumb motha fuckas
Yeah I wanna take the time out
To apologize to all yall niggas
That put out records this year and didn't
Sell no records I'm so sorry
Hahaha oh man I don't even
Know how to explain it
Pimp you can't get dat money
When I'm around haha
I don't say shit all I did
Was swith my hustle muh'fucka
