Stranger

Uh! I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang)
 G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)
 Ma I gotta get mine (Ma I gotta get mine)
 All the day all the time (All the day all the time)
 Nigga you know how we roll (Nigga you know how we roll)
 Twenty three's twenty four's (Twenty three's twenty four's)
 I'm holdin my ground (I'm holdin my ground)
 In case somethin goes down (In case somethin goes down)
 Uh! Yeah don't fall for a big butt and a smile
 They set ya up you fuck around have to buck in the crowd
 Around my way, ain't sunshine ev'ryday
 Niggas'll cross ya, you should hear the slang they say
 In a land of attitudes AK's and accidents
 Where niggas split blunts eight ways and pack the bitch
 Mama spit me out with a spindle and I been mackin since
 And I'm stubborn, so I don't lean back and flinch
 Your perpetratin, embarrasin the crooks
 Plus your frontin they only seen Paris in the books
 Whenever you leave the bricks watch the niggas you roll with
 Before you know it niggas be shootin up yo' shit
 The clubs a fashion show, so niggas go get
 And rev up all the broke niggas rockin they old shit
 Before the night is done they be another murder
 Put your money to the side for another burner
 (Stranger) Don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that
 I feel like it's targets all over my back
 Because of these broads that's layin over my lap
 A nigga that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
 I just saw the dealer and I'm goin right back
 Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat
 I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang)
 G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)
 Uh! I'm frontin in my G62's the yellow and royal blues
 I'm better than all you dudes hot metal for all you fools
 The one that niggas admire many study all my moves
 And I'm focused, cause I'm a end up bloody if I snooze
 You a sucker for love, or maybe I'm a bit different
 If you ask me, is your baby mama's a pigeon?
 I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon
 And I'm out poppin Cris bitch I'll show you how I'm livin
 I keep havin them dreams bout niggas gettin the drop on me
 Lettin them things fly up and down the block for me
 True fear niggas don't feel ya they triflin
 But I adapt, cause I used to think just like 'em
 As soon as I hit the top I noticed the sudden change
 It's probably the Mazaradi, Ferrari, yeah the Range
 This is Southside street talk the hood slang
 And my product, a open your nose like good Caine
 (Stranger) Don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that
 I feel like it's targets all over my back
 Because of these broads that's layin over my lap
 A nigga that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
 I just saw the dealer and I'm goin right back
 Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat
 I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang)
 G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)