Poison Bananas Lyrics - Game

P-p-p-p Unit 

You pussy ass nigga! 

P-p-p-p Unit 

You pussy ass nigga! 

P-p-p-p Unit 

You pussy ass nigga! 

Who the snitch? 

You the snitch 

Who the bitch? 

You the bitch (x4) 

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Look, get ya mask took off 

When I blast four off 

Pump the shotty 

Throw your body 

Where the grass grow tall 

Jeah, I'm like tango for the cash 

Orange Jag 

Looking like a mango when it pass 

With the tato on the mack 

I ain't talking 'bout bagging up work when I put Yayo in the bag 

Fuck is you rhyming about? 

You 30, just getting in the game, you should be trying to get out 

You know it's drama when the llama get out 

Pull and spit the lead 

Bullets hit your head 

Then your mind'll sit out 

By the time they find this shit out 

I'm in a different state 

In a different zip, different whip, different plates 

Wait! I put the heater to your head 

You G Unit Ninja Turtles cause your leader is rat 

Scrat! 

It's simple as 1, 2, 3 

You lames 

Wanna get at Game 

You gotta come through me 

Photos 

Tony Yayo 

Get out the way ho 

Lloyd Banks just got shot 

Technique pass the mack 

And aim it at Curtis Jack 

You ain't right 

Trying to be Frank White 

You getting smacked 

Little accident murderer 

I just now heard of ya 

And the next time you disrespect the west, E serving ya 

Yayo 

You better lay low 

Cause the M.O.B. got some killers on the payroll 

I put a million dollar hit on you snitches 

Show you why we call ourselves Money Over Bitches 

(Chorus) 

I got a clip full of poison bananas 

And some cold hard killers from Compton (here monkey, monkey) 

I got a clip full of poison bananas 

And a cold hard killer from Philly (here monkey, monkey) 

I got a clip full of poison bananas 

And a cold hard killer from Long Beach (here monkey, monkey) 

I got a clip full of poison bananas 

And a cold hard killer from L.A. (here monkey, monkey) 

Olivia, get back in the car 

'Fore I smack you like 50 did Fredo Starr 

And he picking on lil niggas 

Is it me or is it every video, Curtis Jackson get a lil bigger? 

Nigga using that muscle enhancement 

All I need is a couple dumbells and a sandwich 

Fuck holding a conference 

I'll run to Violator, hold Chris Lighty for hostage 

Cause Banks doing gay porn, come out the closet! 

Either that or I'mma knock Chris Lighty unconsciencious 

Cut all the non-sense 

You was PC'd up 

Hit the bricks, rapping 'bout the corner like you Common 

Talk of New York? You Jorge Pasada 

I throw 'em, you catch 'em, that's not a threat, that's a promise 

You did 6 months, now you a convict? 

I accepted your phones calls now you at me on some wild shit 

Judge said, "Time spent" 

Now you can get it from the same gun homicide dropped five dimes with 

And next time you try to kiss me on the cheek 

You won't be alive long enough to put out my heat 

(Chorus) 

Welcome to the west, let me show you what hood like 

My niggas down to sit on death row and ain't fucking with Suge Knight 

Tag your left toes, wish you niggas a good night 

Rock-a-by baby 

Chrome .380 

Screaming, "Ready to die" 

Them niggas ain't crazy 

On the black wall on the mini street that they can't be 

A pine box plenty of leg room 

Game, hit me, we're watching access granted in Cancun 

I'm look at the two like, "The nerve of this damn dude" 

Pointing a beam at him, locating his next wound 

Talk to my heat 

Chi-Chi get the Yayo 

Replace that G Unit bandana with a halo 

(Chorus)