My two cents on the G-Unit v. World issue here. Came out to 50 bars exactly. Nice outro, ehh? G-Unot!
Post Mortem, an average joe with flow, see for yourself.
Just finished! Resurrection, the new LP from Post Mortem, is now on sale for $7 a pop. The CD is 15 tracks long (55 minutes total) and includes an exclusive bonus track from The Kid, "My Savior" (check him out at [url] http://www.myspace.com/tkwtrh [/url]). Also, check out Tettris' page on soundclick, he helped me out on Suicide Note, Rip This, Roy Jones, and Civil Unrest. Holla at me re. anything! One love - PM
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Story behind the song
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Lyrics
Yea, I get you dead boy,
I put some lead in ya head boy,
You see nothing but red boy.
I remind myself of a young Roy
With the verses I employ and the soldiers I deploy,
But come on, throw me a bone,
I’m throwin more punches than Roy Jones,
See what happens when it’s me and Ma$e in a room alone.
Cuz I know a Bible is about all he owns.
Yo, 50 and I can have it out like beef tenderloin,
You think you manly then im a shoot ya groin.
Then you cant even be saved by the steroids.
Haha, Jose Canseco can testify against ya,
But if this was baseball Dr. Dre would bench ya.
On the real im the snitch bitch lyncha.
In New York they say you don’t rep Jamaican queens.
And even when you was livin on rice and beans,
You was still an enhancement needle fiend.
Gettin more juiced up than nitrous oxide,
Herb’s gonna poisin ya bananas with bauxite.
You claim to have slanged rocks right?
Then why’d you stop if you had it locked tight?
I heard you bought Mike Tyson’s crib,
Moved outta ya mom’s house and lost the baby bib.
I’m a do to you what Buster Douglas did,
Then that crib will auction for a low bid.
When it comes to ya brain, I got dibs.
They shot ya everywhere except through the ribs,
Well I’m a bust through like the Bus at the goal line,
Leave ya with rotting organs and a cold spine.
Actin gangsta, you went to Select Friends the whole time.
If you a gorilla, why sign porch monkeys like 40 Glocc and Spider?
First you Em’s man, now you better than him, dick rider,
Now you tryin to sign everybody at Ruff Ryder.
D-Block put the game ahead of paper, that’s what real hussla’s do,
After Candy Shop, taste Olivia’s dick and get screwed,
Yayo prolly got poked in jail, so he’s a rape victim too. Awww!
GGGGG-G-unot ain’t a logo, it’s just 50’s stutter,
And “Scott Scorch” ain’t him tryin to mutter.
Get an education, then get ya mind out the gutter,
We all know nobody in gay unit is an O cutter.
Instead you go see Maurice and blow butter.
Yea do like you did Ja Rule, get a restraining order against me,
While I go window shoppin and buy a Bentley.
Cocksucker don’t come to VA and tempt me.
I might pull out explosives Moussaoui sent free.
Ya CD’s are shit only the crackers be buyin,
You and Banks can’t write shit, stop denyin.
Fuck being a Young Buck, die rich or stop tryin,
Before you catch a 10th shell, stop snitchin, stop lyin.
