Ghost Space - Yearbook (Brak) lyrics

Yeah this is just my intro

Its serious man this is Sirius Radio right here

GGGGG Unit Radio

Shady ha ha ha

Just givin' 'em a little somethin' somethin'

You screamin' ya gun jam

Nigga your gun ain't jam

They let off ya bitch ass ran

You screamin' ya gun jam

I know your type fam

You pussy I understand

You screamin' your gun jam

You run when the shots fire

You scared the fuck to death of that hollowtip diet

Intensive Care Unit after niggas get sprayed up

Jamaica Hospital third floor when you layed up

Make sure your bills get paid up

So its nine one one

When you see my gun

I'm popular nigga the police know me

Just cause of this rap shit i'm rich now homie

Man when you not around I got your bitch all on me

She want to be my wife now

She like my lifestyle

My shotty bumpin' its the sweetest taboo

I play something smooth when I stunt in my coupe

Ooooooo you know these niggas ain't like me

Everything I say I got in these raps I got bee

The cars, the cribs, the jewels, the tools

The nines, the Tecs, the Macs ooooooo

The burners the gats man if you confused

I'll send a nigga from my hood to put a hole in you

I rock G Unit hats, hoodies and shoes

Got "G Unit" tatted on my bitch too

I drink G Unit water watchin' G Unit porn

This is Shade 45 nigga G Unit on

Fuck the COs

Fuck all of 'em makin' money off of niggas

They just mad Yayo

Cause they can't make no more money off you

They was makin' a percentage off your head every day in there

Now you makin' off of them

Fuck 'em Yayo