lirik lagu g-unit – i’m bout’ that
(feat. lloyd banks & tony yayo)
[intro 1: 50 cent {dj whoo kid}]
i’m in the hood man…
i’m in the hood all the time man; fo’ real son
i come back from a tour… i come through, you kno’msayin’?
i switch up, i’ve got mad cars and sh-t like dat. (haha)
but n-ggas, n-ggas look at that suburban like…
is it that black joint come to the black? that’s fif’; like their son!
n-ggas know that’s bulletproof, bomb bulletproof, .8-proof!
shoot a big gun, that’s should be like: “ping, ping! ” [beat starts]
[intro 2: 50 cent]
easy man!
n-ggas better be easy, man. {whoooooo! }
come around man, this n-ggas speak, man
actin’ like i ain’t ’bout that
[chorus: 50 cent]
i put the work in the chips; yeah, i’m ’bout that! [shot] {ooh! }
i put a hole in a n-gga; yeah, i’m a ’bout that! [2 shots] {d-mn! }
paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, i’m ’bout that!
that i-95 trip i’m ’bout that! [shot] {whoooo! }
ridin’ witta full clip; yeah, i’m ’bout that! [gunshot] {d-mn! }
front on me, get away, i doubt that! [shot] {ooh! }
want to tell that d’s; yeah, i doubt that!
i put the barrel in tha .5th in ya mouth, jack! {50 cent! } [gunshot]
[tony yayo:]
ayo! – four door porsh’ comin’ out in 2-0-9
thanks to curits jackson, i’ve already got mine, i shine! (uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-oooooooooooooohhhhhh!)
yay’s still livin’ the crime route
dilver my dimes out, when tnt outta call it time out. {d-mn! } [explode]
i blow four charges if i do-own (come on!)
my fiends going to the rehab like winehouse
you know i got my shine’s out love they way the wezzey look
rob cop dezzey hype your runnin like reggie bush. (bring it down down!) {whoooooooooooooooooooo}
money green anit got these in the us (what else?) {kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
600 euros! – i cop these in paris. (yeeeah!)
back from j-pan look from the d-van (uh-huh!)
jump in the booth turn into e man. (uh-huuuh!) {let’s go! }
go to the strip go to the d man (uh-huuuh!)
find some hoes in the club turn to the e man. [scream]
smoke more weed than the d-mn weed man [sniff]
more durgs more guns – i’m d, man! (yeeeeah!) [gunshot]
[chorus: 50 cent]
i put the work in the chips; yeah, i’m ’bout that!
i put a hole in a n-gga; yeah, i’m a ’bout that! [shot]
paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, i’m ’bout that! [2 shots]
that i-95 trip i’m ’bout that! [gunshot] {whooooo! }
ridin’ witta full clip; yeah, i’m ’bout that! [shot] {d-mn! }
front on me, get away, i doubt that! [2 shots] {ooh! }
want to tell that d’s; yeah, i doubt that!
i put the barrel in tha .5th in ya mouth, jack! {50 cent! } [gunshot]
[lloyd bank$:]
hey! – i’m that n-gga (yeah!) – on yack liquor, (yeah!)
stack flipper – cadillac whipper. (uh!)
automatic gripper 500 hundred dolla slippa (uh-huh!)
so i smoke like boundy – so i’m comin’ by the zipper (uuuuuuuuuh ooooooohhhhhh!) [gunshot]
n-gga {whoooo! } – i climb like up the parkin lot, party stop! (uh!)
30 deep, bentleys lambo’, ferrari guap. (yeah!)
n-ggas act like they family till sombody shot (yeah!)
bodies drop n-ggas tell skip town like they livin’ in a cell [shot] {ooh! }
see me out inna bout the chrome is with’ me (yeah!)
before i give up my chain i’m rollin’ kidney. (yeah!)
i’m so cripsy – out in sydney (uh-huh!)
stampeed the rececption they give me. (whooo!) [explode] {haha! }
7-60 – you try to play meeee
the blood will flow faster than the oj. (crazy!) {lloyd bank$! }
bank$! – you never seen a legend on wheels (uh-‘uuuh!)
no, not that accura the man with the mills – i’ll!
[chorus: 50 cent]
i put the work in the chips; yeah, i’m ’bout that!
i put a hole in a n-gga; yeah, i’m a ’bout that!
paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, i’m ’bout that!
that i-95 trip i’m ’bout that! [shot] {whoooo! }
ridin’ witta full clip; yeah, i’m ’bout that! [gunshot] {d-mn! }
front on me, get away, i doubt that! [2 shots] {ooh! }
want to tell that d’s; yeah, i doubt that!
i put the barrel in tha .5th in ya mouth, jack! {50 cent! }
[50 cent:]
i said i’m ’bout it, ’bout it! – i’m ’bout it, ’bout it!
i push the coupey you see in books a crowd around it
lows drop ’til they y’all like a yellow yacht – sun gleemin’
.40-glock – right here c-ck it in suns schemin’. [gunshot] {whoooooo! }
i ain’t the vison of the fans sh-t, marshall whips with big wheels
bad b-tches on big hills and lugosi eatin’ the big deals
i’m careful with p-ssy, p-ssy, cause p-ssy that sh-t k!ll
what your life like? – my is like a rollercoster. [scream]
life around the toster, poppin off, i brouch you
on that bullsh-t, i flip quick! – let off of a full clip
it’s the no one, when they saw ’em. [gunshot] – i don’t give a f-ck! {daaaamn! }
if i’m right and if i’m wrong – we hit ’em and we gone! {50 cent! }
leave a n-gga on it, it’s long – early in the morn’
we up with the birds, to put it in word is born
give it a set dress! – we can write we rest
put a hole in his chest, my n-ggas do it the best! [2 shots]
[chorus: 50 cent]
i put the work in the chips; yeah, i’m ’bout that! [shot] {ooh! }
i put a hole in a n-gga; yeah, i’m a ’bout that! [gunshot] {whoooo! }
paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, i’m ’bout that!
that i-95 trip i’m ’bout that! [2 shots] {d-mn! }
ridin’ witta full clip; yeah, i’m ’bout that! [shot]
front on me, get away, i doubt that! [shot]
want to tell that d’s; yeah, i doubt that!
i put the barrel in tha .5th in ya mouth, jack! {50 cent! } [gunshot] [beat stops]
[outro: 50 cent]
whoooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
d-mn! g-unit radio, g-unit stat-rdays!
go cop +t-o-s+ and “blood in the sand” game and you know what go cop!
50×50 book too!
man know what i’m ’bout that…
ha!
dj whoo kid!
fat joe i’ve got yo’ baby!
daaaaaaaaammn!
f-ck fat joe!
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