300 Shots Lyrics - G-unit

[50 Cent - Verse 1] 

Y'all niggas spend too much time watchin' flicks 

Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit? 

Well you can start, right before his ass get hit 

So when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit 

Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up 

I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up? 

Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone 

Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home 

God bless the child with a flawless flow 

Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow 

like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go 

Watch the pussy grow, straight cash flow 

im a hundred time bigger than Preme in his prime 

100 mill in my account and Im still on the grind 

When you aint in my clique, its hard to shine 

I mean talent like this is so hard to find 

G-Unit! 

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[Tony Yayo - Verse 2] 

I don't dream now that i'm livin, Im out to get it 

My truck an AK can hit it 

Im a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom 

So Im gettin ass like a public bathroom 

I went from Rikers Island, to shows at the garden 

Automatic startin' in the drop got your bitch pussy fartin 

My album about to drop in 7 days 

But I still poke a rapper at the VMA's 

Kilo's in a gram, PO's be my fans 

That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan 

I got Gats from the future, see-through guns 

So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run 

Nigga I flip my advance before I ran through it 

'cause that money turn haters into that barmen fluid 

My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10 

Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben 

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[Muder Mase - Verse 3] 

You know you messin' with a nigga that do this for a livin' 

Put two in the street while theres two in the kitchen 

Put guns in niggaz mouth like "Who's u dissin'?" 

We give for they knew who u was missin, nigga 

You can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain 

I have hoes back of the church, hummin' ya name 

Even then I feel it's like cheat my men 

Watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men 

I pop niggas in the chest they never breathe again 

Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again 

Whats a man tryna wake up who cant wake up? 

Back guards face straight up with kinds of make up 

'cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80 

I hear a mother scream "Please not my baby!" 

Quick as I see its you, bullets will hit you, boy 

Your nobody so no one will miss you 

Queens start to kickin' its too much to get through 

Leave a nigga leakin' like an Indian ritual 

Who wanna run up on me they get known quick 

I blackout then snatch your chrome clique 

Leavin' jail in '91, made Im homesick 

Move Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonement 

Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin 

Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian 

[Young Buck - Verse 4] 

A country nigga still lookin' for a New York hoe 

About to kill these niggas with this New York flow 

Say one nigga name homie you gon' go 

You in that Hot97 so New York know 

I use to listen to Jada I've never listened to Joe 

I couldnt tell ya how now one of his verses go 

Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin promo 

I was like "What Up?" and they was like "Uh-Oh!" 

I aint just get cold, see my block been hot 

50 give me the word, niggas would have been pop 

Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga 

Enough hearin' 'bout what you finna do nigga 

[Prodigy - Verse 5] 

Murder at its best, this is rap at its finest 

You can see my verse, even if you the blindest 

My raps is vivid, ya bitch I hit it 

All ready, yeah that's right this is spaghetti 

Head mob niggas, my gun bomb niggas 

Go 'head and shoot, my pistol nuke niggas 

When I let off the whole Earth feel the effects 

I mix CD's and treat 'em like album shit 

Our albums, we treat 'em like the president elections 

On our champagne campaign livin' up dresses 

On the dance flo' the Hennessee it flow 

When you fuck with G-Unit then you gon' fuckin' blow 

When you fuck with Mobb Deep, then bring some fuckin' hoes 

'cause its a gang of us and we ready to go 

'cause after the party after the party we get so drunk 

We forget all about the next day hun 

[Havoc - Verse 6] 

Get it teflon don, AK-filled 

Get your mouth blown off like the hand that feeds you 

Yeah little motherfucker put the hammer in diesel 

G-Unit Game Over this is only a preview 

Niggas shittin' on theyself gotta rock in the huggy 

The coke in the pot rise to the top like dougy 

Got chicks with a ass like Buffy, yes homie trust me 

Plays fuck me, kick 'em out when they try to get touchy 

QB/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle 

Man your man is hot, you dont wanna get next to 

Like 50's beef is mine and mine is his 

See this serious, motherfuckin ask them kids 

Niggas wild on the streets, scared to death to bid 

Sell anything that stay from the bottles and cuffs, nigga butt 

[Billy Danze - Verse 7] 

You about to witness an M.O.P thug out 

And for you niggas hatin' listen to the sounds of the Unit kiss my ass with your tongue out, nigga 

Fuck a warden I ring bells like a doorman 

So all you motherfuckers take it easy like sunday mornin (Get 'em up!) 

Put 'em up, wrap ya hand or knuckle up 

Ground zero we never ran never will we fuck 'em up 

Dude you gonna get your ass banged fuckin' with that homie Lloyd Banks 

Wild gun style what the fuck y'all think.. 

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 8] 

Niggas aint got nuttin' on me, everybody know that 

Niggas run up on a V, everybody gon' clap 

And if he aint what he say, n everybody gon rats 

Just rat, and catch your little body all rats 

Matter'fact, I dont hang out with no lobby for rats (Nah) 

The gun swallow me back off Bacardi and Yack 

Im in the club with the snub, this the part of the track 

A stray from the K will take a part of ya hat 

Im gettin cake like you wouldnt believe but im accepted 

By mainstream America and good in the piece 

Now niggaz wanna talk all greasy (why) 

Like they aint used to open up for me in New York on tv (Ya know) 

Skip all chatter, and walk off Eazy 

A milly will make your body looker look all measly 

Ya bitch spotted me on the dolo and Im low-low 

Damn near broke a monolo for a photo 

I aint ridin' around with a Dodo that's a No-No 

Momma taught me better than that you go to go home 

Look at me now, a product of poverty 

I cant watch the way I gotta decide a me 

The 'hoods fulla hurt but that was a robbery 

Critics owe me an apologee, Im probably 

A sixteen away from the lottery 

My niggas keep guns, thats one of the things I gotta be 

Im wrapped up in a dome shit, cause nigga got all kinds of beef they want ya to come get 

Im 2 steppin' with my weapon, cause they dont check 'em up 

I know niggas from 'round there and they dont check us 

All of the niggas was fans when I met 'em, just waitin' in the wind for niggas to come and get 'em 

On my next album, Im'a have some fun wit' 'em, spank 'em all around so everybody forget 'em 

They Envy, cause I got the 'hood in a frenzy 

And I move smooth with the wooden Benzy 

Blend in, niggas will body ya for a pen 

Baby need food, baby momma need fin 

You know me, New York cap on 

Batman whip that I got off a rap song 

Im the fan with the illegal strap on 

Teflon n a wife beater n black on 

Its on! 

[50 Cent talking..] 

Wassup? this the kid 50 Cent man 

Its going down, ya heard me? 

Niggas got me mad, ya talk, ya niggas got me all fucked up.. 

Im finna kill few of you mother fuckers man.. 

Know what Im sayin'? Watch ya niggas say somethin' smart out ya mouth, boy 

You better stop usin' ya mouth, before I help you NOT be able to use ya mouth Mother fucker!