G-Unit - I'm Leaving lyrics

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I'm Leavin, On The Next plane

I don't' know when I'll be back again

I'm a southside nigga, you can find me where dat money at

Find me in ya crib with da ninna' where dat money at

See me I found a remedy so stop the tellin

I'll put that ruger on ya head and pop yo mellon

See me I gets bizzy, front in missourizzy

I move with the semi, zip zip through the city

The *law* can't get me, the lord gotta get me

I make shit hot, and lay low till it fizzy

You think you know fiddy, you don't know fiddy

In the S5-50, the 44 with me

My man yayizzy, stay off the hizzy

Cell fiends wizzy, they smoke crack till they dizzy

Ya man Joey Crack, I told em before

He don't want it with me, you pussy fat boy

You wann go to war, ok ok ill go to war

Catch you slippin put ya fuckin brains on the floor

I'm Leavin, On The Next plane

Dee's ran up in mah crib, they found cocaine

Finger prints on the hammerz and heroine

Before I go back to jail, I'm squeezin man

I'm a southside nigga, you can find me where dat money at

Find me in ya crib with da ninna' where dat money at

See me I found a remedy so stop the tellin

I'll put that ruger on ya head and pop yo mellon

Look, the television caters to pop

Not violent hits

The unit ain't fall off, that's all politics

Niggaz don't throw raps, they throw hollowtips

And they don't wanna get married, they want model chicks

Sex, liquor, and dough, bottle piff

Fuck buyin a phantom, I'll just borow fif's

Yesterday's dat is tommorow's dis

From a handheld to a colorado cliff

Nigga you violate me, I'm sendin you to god

I'm no peace maker, that's my jeweler's job

I spit it how I live it, nigga you da fraud

Put my weight on ya back, you wouldn't move a yard

I'm Leavin, On The Next plane

Dee's ran up in mah crib, they found cocaine

Finger prints on the hammerz and heroine

Before I go back to jail, I'm squeezin man

I'm a southside nigga, you can find me where dat money at

Find me in ya crib with da ninna' where dat money at

See me I found a remedy so stop the tellin

I'll put that ruger on ya head and pop yo mellon

Touch one of mine, I'll touch one of yours

Send us to the hospital, I'll send yours to the morgue

I'm like jesus in tha hood, and god to the industry

All fifty enemies are all of my enemies

I'm a smoker, og kush in the jar

Drop the top on the lam, blaze the purple in the car

Glock automatty yo bitch gotta fatty yo

14 bricks, part low, kill yo family yo

I'm tryin to push 700's, they ain't make em yet

They got em now baby, that S-700 crazy

Why buy refriegerator doors

I blend in the d, and cook up the hard

I'm Leavin, On The Next plane

I don't' know when I'll be back again

Thanks to Big Sexy for these lyrics

Thanks to Money MAN for these lyrics