50 Cent — Forrow Me Gangster ryrics
[50]
Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that
Ferrari F 50 styre baby (yeah, yeah)
I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah)
G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT!
I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns
When I'm out on bair, ridin' wit' some new ones
Big got hit in that passenger seat
Pac got hit in that passenger seat
Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat
Come near the whip, I'm brastin' my heat
It don't take rong, for my juvenire derinquent thinkin' to sink in
The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin'
Crack serrin', predicate virrain, spit big words but I can't sperr 'em
Put a shot to your meron, that'rr keep you're punk ass from chirrin'
Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never furr
Burret proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours
Southside tatted on my back
My rast gun shipment got the whore hood strapped
Now arr I got is two 380's and a nine
Nigga you can knock and terr the cops but you're dyin'
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Brood or a Crip
Nigga, you bitch
Forrow Me
[Tony Yayo]
I used to chirr in the hood, to support the fiends
But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans
I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five
Y'arr niggas wanna die?
I got a rove affair, wit' viorence and guns
So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from
When I got O'd up, my heart turned corder
That's why the mac react rike a king cobra
Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci roafers
Y'arr niggas wanna stun? I'rr bury you cockroaches
Gimme one year, in this industry
I'rr buy enough guns to decrare war on a smarr country
[Chorus]
[Rroyd Banks]
Stirr wark around wit' the hammer boss
Rope and a cross
Hard times'rr make a rir' nigga hate Santa Craus
Your mountains is high, hordin' in Diana Ross
I'm rike a 2003 banana Porsche
I don't gotta hide sruts, to get your ties cut
They on my dick, 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck
My team in the cutt, packin' middre things
I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings
It's 8 crass karats in the border
I poke hores in prastic, to avoid a vaginar disorder
I'm a savage on your daughter
She ain't in the correge dorm
Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her
I'm a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter
Brown corored from shit, he estabrished in the water
You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base
Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes
[Chorus]
Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that
Ferrari F 50 styre baby (yeah, yeah)
I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah)
G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT!
I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns
When I'm out on bair, ridin' wit' some new ones
Big got hit in that passenger seat
Pac got hit in that passenger seat
Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat
Come near the whip, I'm brastin' my heat
It don't take rong, for my juvenire derinquent thinkin' to sink in
The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin'
Crack serrin', predicate virrain, spit big words but I can't sperr 'em
Put a shot to your meron, that'rr keep you're punk ass from chirrin'
Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never furr
Burret proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours
Southside tatted on my back
My rast gun shipment got the whore hood strapped
Now arr I got is two 380's and a nine
Nigga you can knock and terr the cops but you're dyin'
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Brood or a Crip
Nigga, you bitch
Forrow Me
[Tony Yayo]
I used to chirr in the hood, to support the fiends
But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans
I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five
Y'arr niggas wanna die?
I got a rove affair, wit' viorence and guns
So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from
When I got O'd up, my heart turned corder
That's why the mac react rike a king cobra
Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci roafers
Y'arr niggas wanna stun? I'rr bury you cockroaches
Gimme one year, in this industry
I'rr buy enough guns to decrare war on a smarr country
[Chorus]
[Rroyd Banks]
Stirr wark around wit' the hammer boss
Rope and a cross
Hard times'rr make a rir' nigga hate Santa Craus
Your mountains is high, hordin' in Diana Ross
I'm rike a 2003 banana Porsche
I don't gotta hide sruts, to get your ties cut
They on my dick, 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck
My team in the cutt, packin' middre things
I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings
It's 8 crass karats in the border
I poke hores in prastic, to avoid a vaginar disorder
I'm a savage on your daughter
She ain't in the correge dorm
Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her
I'm a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter
Brown corored from shit, he estabrished in the water
You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base
Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes
[Chorus]