Worldwide Lyrics - G-unit

[Intro] 

Yeah, yeah, yeah let's slow it down Whoo Kid 

[Hook: Tony Yayo] 

We some worldwide niggas cut the line in immigration 

European time different 

We some worldwide niggas man we came from the bottom 

Now we on some black riches 

Y'all niggas local, we worldwide 

Y'all niggas local, we worldwide 

Y'all niggas local, we worldwide 

Y'all niggas local, we worldwide 

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] 

Your problem 

They got me out the bottom, I'm designer Pete(?) 

Competition gettin' stomped, defeat 

How can y'all compete? 

Masterpiece for mansion, wrist for hire or your time is cheap 

Pray the Lord your mind'll keep 

Lose it right on survivor's street 

Never turnin' back on this life 

Hope I live twice 

Traps all over let the weeps in, taught you few times a night 

You see the (?) the same goal powerful minds alike 

Success up under this got these bitches sour, few thousand fights 

I leave the world while rappin' 

I shake the ground, the (?) collapsin' 

In the (?), international, fit me in foreign fashion 

I just took the whip about 160, my commas laughin' 

Gettin' money sit up man couldn't get me, I'm in traffic 

Reputation dead on impact, I'm bombin' accurate 

You gon' settle for the (?) smokin', I wanted that shit 

Winnin's always in the conversation, you goin' backwards 

Never been no room for fuckin' up and ain't no passes 

[Hook: Tony Yayo] 

We some worldwide niggas cut the line in immigration 

European time different 

We some worldwide niggas man we came from the bottom 

Now we on some black riches 

Y'all niggas local, we worldwide 

Y'all niggas local, we worldwide 

Y'all niggas local, we worldwide 

Y'all niggas local, we worldwide 

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[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd] 

I'm not used to ordinary niggas 

Derrick Fishers, merry Christmas 

It's a Kidd gift when I rap to every listeners 

It's the story, born loser grew to be a winner 

Microwave hot pocket for dinner 

Pockets thinner 

Now I can't fish shit up in 'em 

Versace denim, Versace robe 

My cousin used to be my ass from stealin' all his clothes 

Flashbacks gettin' laughed at by all these hoes 

But I got somethin' for all of you haters 

All of this paper 

I hope you catch all of the vapors 

Fuck all your favors 

And I'm my brother's keeper can't kill (?) 

They say you can't eat, you gotta turn the table 

Rest in peace Nate Dogg, y'all better lay low 

Ferarris in the garage, pullin' hard since I was stable 

Hey fuck the industry word to my brother Yayo 

I'm an a-hole 

If you say so, my paper's great though 

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