Cradle 2 the Grave movie - Follow Me Gangster lyrics

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Song by 50 Cent & The G-Unit<br /><br>

[50]<br>

Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that<br>

Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah)<br>

I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah)<br>

G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT!<br>

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I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns<br>

When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones<br>

Big got hit in that passenger seat<br>

Pac got hit in that passenger seat<br>

Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat<br>

Come near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat<br>

It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink in<br>

The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin'<br>

Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em<br>

Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin'<br>

Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full<br>

Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours<br>

Southside tatted on my back<br>

My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped<br>

Now all I got is two 380's and a nine<br>

Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're dyin'<br>

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[Chorus - repeat 2X]<br>

You're thicker than water<br>

Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa<br>

You're thicker than water<br>

Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa<br>

You're thicker than water<br>

Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa<br>

You can be a Blood or a Crip<br>

Nigga, you bitch<br>

Follow Me<br>

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[Tony Yayo]<br>

I used to chill in the hood, to support the fiends<br>

But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans<br>

I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five<br>

Y'all niggas wanna die?<br>

I got a love affair, wit' violence and guns<br>

So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from<br>

When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder<br>

That's why the mac react like a king cobra<br>

Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers<br>

Y'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches<br>

Gimme one year, in this industry<br>

I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[Lloyd Banks]<br>

Still walk around wit' the hammer boss<br>

Rope and a cross<br>

Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus<br>

Your mountains is high, holdin' in Diana Ross<br>

I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche<br>

I don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut<br>

They on my dick, 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck<br>

My team in the cutt, packin' middle things<br>

I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings<br>

It's 8 class karats in the border<br>

I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder<br>

I'm a savage on your daughter<br>

She ain't in the college dorm<br>

Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her<br>

I'm a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter<br>

Brown colored from shit, he established in the water<br>

You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base<br>

Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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