Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song G-Unot Killa, artist - Spider Loc. Date of issue: 16.09.2019
Song language: English
G-Unot Killa |
| People do say I’m Cocky. |
| Some say I need to good weapons; |
| some say… I talk too much, but… |
| Anything that I say: «I'm volumin' back-up! |
| " |
| Gangbangeeeeers! |
| Alchemist! |
| The S-P-I! |
| Yeah! |
| That’s what I do! |
| YEEEEEEEAAAAAAHH! |
| HAAAAAAH! |
| (Haahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!) |
| You tryna act like me, but not quit me my coin, (QUIT MY COIN!) |
| And you gon' fuck my bitch, but don’t quit my rhyme! |
| It’s just my time! |
| You can’t fight my shine! |
| I talk better 'bout you an' you like my lines! |
| (THAT'S IT!) |
| You sound like the type to be 'round this bitch! |
| (niggaa!) |
| I sound like the champion, wanna find this nitch! |
| And you don’t gonna win that shit, just lose yo' fans! |
| And if even worste make outta town; |
| to yo' few of Lambs! |
| (niggaa!) |
| I know the West on my shoulders, so wraist my back, (GRRR!) |
| Puts in the lies to can self Loc fakes to fact! |
| I tryna find new places to place of plaques, |
| It don’t do it another record, why waist the wacks? |
| (G-UUNIT!) |
| You are not a Piru! |
| You are not a B.G. |
| You just love Hip-Hop and watched a lot of TV! |
| The ex-West on my mind and it’ll laid me mouth, |
| I heard you «300 Bars», and it made me mad! |
| (Haahahahahahahahaaaaahhh!) |
| You did another diss song, and ain’t said me yet, |
| Must be have a flashbacks for they be mad! |
| (Uh-huh!) |
| 'Til next still be man, but you ain’t forget: |
| «Tell me what the low kids if ain’t the shit? |
| «(niggaa!) |
| Under the hold gon' top — I can see you hot! |
| It’s just G-Unit Crip (G-UUUNIT!) and that G-Unot! |
| Let’s get work mo' thing, clear the day, |
| «You ain’t bring the West back», you just clear my way! |
| (YO!) |
| Open Youkmouth show! |
| You know the S the psych, |
| Hand back, sold the world to be lession lie! |
| You ain’t a gangbang nigga, you’sa Compton dones |
| Yo' whole album ain’t dog to say: «POP-YUM ONE! |
| «(nigga!) |
| Niggas I hear, know — you’sa facing actor |
| Hit you quit, tryna act like Big Fase a factor! |
| Don’t know, if you ever claim Crip or not! |
| But ever dance, want naked on a stripper spot! |
| When they say so — and yo' polish is a lay-low |
| Just it’s a Piracle of the key globe. |
| Play basketball, you don’t bang with' Bloods! |
| You a thug like Eastwood and hangin' clubs! |
| Y’all niggas know, how they feelin' about him! |
| Nowhere nigga! |
| Matter fact, Eastwood know where the fuck is you from nigga! |
| BlackWall Street I guess… |
| Haha-ha! |
| Original… M-O-B! |
| So you just jump in that Pi-Piru on tha window! |
| I’m the sayin'… |
| Jayceon… Doja! |
| Stop it Cause! |