I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy   I got no choice but to be a rida   I approach you boy with the toaster boy   Get to point blank range and fiya      I ain't tryin to hear shit, I'm supposed to be rich   Mu'fucka get in tha way of my bread   Then I'm gon' load my shit then cock my shit   Nigga trip, I'll come for yo' head      I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin' ya hold on   The choir in your funeral singin' you so long   The top shotta, that rock product the block gotta   Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up      The mo' paper the mo' strength, we gon' get it   The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin'   I'm back on my bullshit, a verse is a full clip   Catch you with your bitch throw a song to her      Nigga this is G-Unit, fuck your click   Like syphilis, bitch you stuck with this   I'm a loyal nigga, die behind mine   Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign      You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head   Try to stop my shine but I got bread   And I ain't got time to hear what they said   When I catch them cowards I'ma buss their head      I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy   I got no choice but to be a rida   I approach you boy with the toaster boy   Get to point blank range and fiya      I ain't tryin to hear shit, I'm supposed to be rich   Mu'fucka get in tha way of my bread   Then I'm gon' load my shit then cock my shit   Nigga trip, I'll come for yo' head      I'm comin' out of Southside, you know I'm raw   Big ass check, dey show our score   Pull the dough out and roll out the Kreamizore   Fo' Fo' out, I know 'bout the keys of war      I'm hot, five hunnit degrees or more   My do' block an M-16 or more   I'm in the store coppin' shit you ain't seen before   Black card swipe, we galore      Yeah, yeah, I said these niggas stop talkin' then start worryin'   The feds keep comin', the money we buryin'   I'm in the mean loft, I'm in the cream Porsche   I let that thing off, I turn to T-Wolf      I drive a space ship, nigga 2008 shit   Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape shit   Niggas on some ape shit, they all get hit   Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip      I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy   I got no choice but to be a rida   I approach you boy with the toaster boy   Get to point blank range and fiya      I ain't tryin' to hear shit, I'm supposed to be rich   Mu'fucka get in tha way of my bread   Then I'm gon' load my shit then cock my shit   Nigga trip, I'll come for yo' head