Lyrics I'm 'Bout That - G-Unit

I'm 'Bout That

iam in the hood man/iam in the hood all the time man son i come
back from all the talk i come through see i switch through
ive got mad cars and shit like dat but niggas niggas look at that suburban like
that black fif like their son niggas know thats
bomb bulletproof eight proof you shoot a car like ping ping
easy man niggas better be easy man come around me man actin like
i anit a bout that
(chours)
i put the work in the chips yaha iam bout that
put a hole in a nigga yaha iama bout that
paper stacks bricks flip yaha iam bout that
that I-95 trip iam bout that ridin witta full clip yaha iam bout that
front on me wanna tell that d’s yaha i doubt that i put the barral on i put the
barrel in your fith ya mouth jack
(tony yayo)
ayi yo four door porch commin out in 209 thanks to curits jackson
ive already got mine i shine yay’s still livin the crime route
dilver my dimes out when tnt call it time out i blow four charges
my fiends going to the rehab like winehouse you know i got my
shine’s out love they way the wezzey look rob cop dezzey hype
your runnin like dessie bush money green anit got these in the us
600 euros i cop these in prais back from japan looks from the d van
jump in the booth turn into e man go to the strip go to the d man
find some hoes in the club turn to the e man smoke more weed than
the damman weed man more durgs more guns im d man
(chours)
i put the work in the chips yaha iam bout that
put a hole in a nigga yaha iama bout that
paper stacks bricks flip yaha iam bout that
that I-95 trip iam bout that ridin witta full clip yaha iam bout that
front on me wanna tell that d’s yaha i doubt that i put the barral on i put the
barrel in your fith ya mouth jack
(LLoyd banks)
oh hey iam the nigga on yack liquor stack flipper caidlac whipper
automatic gripper 500 hundred dolla slippa so i smoke like boundy
so iam commin by the zipper (uh oh) nigga i climb like up the parkin
lot party stop 30 deep bent knees lambo feriiae niggas act like
they family till sombody got shot bodys drop niggas tell skip
town like they livin in a cell see me out inna bout the chrome
is wit me fore i give up my chain iam rollin kindey iam so cripsy
out in sydney stampeed the rececption they give me iam seven sixity
you try to play me the blood will flow faster than the ojz
my name is banks you never seen a ledgened on whells no tha
accura the man wit the wheels
(chours)
i put the work in the chips yaha iam bout that
put a hole in a nigga yaha iama bout that
paper stacks bricks flip yaha iam bout that
that I-95 trip iam bout that ridin witta full clip yaha iam bout that
front on me wanna tell that d’s yaha i doubt that i put the barral on i put the
barrel in your fith ya mouth jack
50 cent
i said iam bout it bout it im bout it bout it i push the coupey you
see in books i crowd around it hos drop like like a yellow yacht
sun gleemin glock right here cock it in vison the fans shit
big whips wit big wheels bad bitches on big hills and those
ingoation big deals im careful wit pussy cuse pussy kills
what your life like my is like a rollercoster life around the toster
poppin off brouchers bullshit i break let of a full clip its
the no’r when they see em dawg i dont give a fuck if iam right
and if iam wrong we hit em and we gone its long early in the mourn
you be up wit the birds word is born give a adress we can write
we rest put a hole in his chest niggas do the best
(chours)
i put the work in the chips yaha iam bout that
put a hole in a nigga yaha iama bout that
paper stacks bricks flip yaha iam bout that
that I-95 trip iam bout that ridin witta full clip yaha iam bout that
front on me wanna tell that d’s yaha i doubt that i put the barral on i put the
barrel in your fith ya mouth jack
whoooo kidddddddddd dammn parcah gunit radio gunit staturdays
go cop t.o.s n blood in the sand game n you know what go cop
50×50 book too man know what iam bout that ha dj whoo kid
fat joe ive got you babby damnnnnnnnnnn FUCK FAT JOE