Ahhh Ha. Different Strokes, for different folks. Yall like Uncle Grady, trying to take me to the bushes and take away my Gravy and give me Raw Potatoes. Just like the beef I ignore the veggies, I see Green, nothing to do with the environment, Im talking bout Money, No Please, Hand out, them the Guerillas out. So ask them if they know what G-Unit about. Put me in a ring with Osama Bin Laden, Ill woop him so bad, he would convert to Christianity and claim sanity. Niggas say 50 be beefin too much. I say yall niggas talk the streets too much. If u was at war with a nigga in the streets and he disrespected would you expect ya homeboy on ya payroll to roll with him? So yall niggas can talk birds, guns, and street glamour, but yall niggas doing songs with niggas that once hated. We dont squash it, Im Ether with it, so nigga come off that money. I dont raise boys, just instruct girls, I love my family, but im in their world. White mans or nigga with his hands in my pocket?
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