Yea lets take em back. uh-huh. [Game]. I need a real love Mary hollar at me if you need a real thug. we could ride through Compton to see real blood, real crypts,.
My Gun. (50 Cent). . (Gunshots Tire Screeching). . (Chorus). Nigga, my gun go off. . You see the barrell turnin'. You feel the hollows burnin'. Nigga now you learnin'.
Yea, uhuh, lets take em dere, yea. . Sonny did 10 years in a fed joint, he halfway out. He ain't home, his ass in a halfway house. Correctional facilities don't correct shit.