G-Unit

G-Unit - DJ Self Freestyle lyrics

rate me

(Verse: Young Buck)

American Sniper with the rifle

Whippin' that yay, them girls like you

It's me, myself and I and the scrap in the car

Cuz I luv myself like Kendric Lamar

In the hood at my own leisure

Cuz once you get a name, homie want a name to leave ya

Killas all up in my iPhone, homies wanna test you when yo gun go warm

The rap game soft, but I'm still raw

Yo boss can't see me, like the eject button on a PlayStation 4

44 bulldog, take yo top off

Watch Power in HD, the ____(?) take off

The street life is a gamble, swipers gettin' kidnapped

Cuz he livin' like LeBron, livin' in the ____(?)

Neva D ride fo' protection, neva claim a set if you don't know yo lessons

Thank God fo' my blessings, Versace stoffers

Gettin' head while the room spin

I see that codeine kickin' in

I ain't got no type, bad chick with a bitch dream(?!)

Yeah!

(Verse 2: Lloyd Banks)

The season started, I'm more retarded playing hard

I owe you something, get it from me on my way to God

Prolly shoulda been a pointgard the way he logged

I just took that straightjacket off yo crazy ma

Able on that birthday, make the ladies sob

Riddler with the wordplay, I'm the greatest, dawg

Just got my Cali Twins back, guess I'm a lucky brother

Pickin' my two new ones up, they wanna ^&*() each other

It's the new Banks, check out my remix

Aye _____(?), flashin' money got 'em sea sick

Vision how I'm smoking, how many _____(?)

_____(?) push that with my emcee _____(?)

Word is bond, I'm goin' goin' goin' gone!

Music loud, weed, all I roll is strong

Perfect body on a highway of a told-me-wrong

Hop up on yo good foot, get yo Toby on

(Verse 3: Tony Yayo a cappella)

I'm wearin' up the ... only counter top

Whippin' this pot around the clock

Every block around here hot

When I get rich I'mma stop

I got pounds all in my momma house

Cocaine in my cousin' crib, some of my family don't mess with me

But it's cool, y'all, cuz I don't mess with them

I got an AK bullet with yo name on it

Got a white T with a brother' brains on it

Blue chug, got a blood stain on it

A knife on the end, and it came on it

I'm on that Activis and I'm active, ___(?)

Unwrappin' it, packin' it

So much money, I'm paranoid

Hopin' the FEDs don't snatch it

I know you wishin' I'd take another loss

They just wishin' they could catch a geek in sneak

And take a brother rubber off

I'm cross-country with the cartels

Move the work, I got mob ties

DEA hate brothers like me

But I'm GOD in y'allz eyes!

100!

(Interlude: Lloyd Banks)

We got the Effen vodka in the building

Get yo freeload draws

That power comin' soon, the beats out now

The hustler's in the building, you know what it is, man

South Side, man

(Verse 4: Tony Yayo)

Porcelain guns don’t show in X-rays

F radio play Im in the PJ’s

Model set you up cause they thirsty

I messed up a couple mill, nobody help me

On the phone, I need 50 pair of con' yeaziez

Connect said 20 more and you can get some freebies

Trust no-one, strapped on the highway

Friends turn pros loud to the popo good Friday

I said the devil all around me

No snitches in my circle, no federals around me

If it's beef, then it's good night

Hit and run, it's a Suge Knight

Get yo homie in the wind pipe

We pour the coke amber rose in the dope black China

Rollin' the Rolls with two girls and a flamer

Dope ball in the strainer, that's the life of an entertainer

(Interlude: Buck)

Got a lot of enemies, feel like the whole damn industry

The Unit got a lotta enemies, it feel like the whole Damn industry

(Verse 5: Banks)

Yo, you may got the work on but I'm out here workin' harder

No.1, I put that on my automatic starter

Man, stop tellin her not to go outside you're not her father

That fuckin' only makes 'em fly further, why bother?!

Got the wolf down the slope and clap on the mole

I got a stable of pros, you gon' chase and they call

Man, I'm chasin' the grit and makin' it flip

My haters are broke, all my neighbors are rich

Who you with?! She caught up in my ____(?) cuz my diamond's good

She don't get it goin', then she gotta go

It's only right, yo, I been dreaming bout this since 9yrs old

Sharper than a leprechaun, pot of gold

Take a sniff, I got these pussies by the nose

Homie lookin', watch out, lemme buy my clothes

We gettin' to the money, ______(?)

Wreckin' ball, how I knock 'em down, dominoes

_______(?), you crazy, you got the people snoring

And I'm boning what you're dating

Homie, everything up front, in case there ain't no comin' back

I'm back here stuntin' on these bottles, raise 'em by the stack

Shawty said I'm special, told 'er shut the fuck up

She don't care bout you, boy, she just wanna come up

Matter fact get on yo knees, don't even come up for air

Don't get these on my pants, they like 800 a pair

(Verse 6: Kid Kid)

It don't stop, Self

Ball and party like Johnny Manziel

Zinattys in my feet, trapped in hell

They got my homie in the jail, but that ain't really mean shit

Came home and he plotted on me quick

Yeah, I said yo Jordans betta _______(?)

Effen fade, I'm gettin' homies dirt now

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