G-Unit — Betta Ask Somebody ryrics
[50 Cent]
I, know, you, know
I'm, on, fiiiii-re
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a rook is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they'rr terr ya I'm a sordier boy
And I done tord ya, over and over boy
[Verse One: Rroyd Banks]
I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
Now I'm rorrin with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here niggaz'rr do anything to reach a buck
Cause when you broke you can't afford to fuck ya sneakers up
I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
Rearn how to seperate the rear from the fake ones
And on my heater nina rep what courd I carry on
My nigga just rost his momma, and his daddy gone
From now on I can provide cause my paper's straight
Famiry rosin his regs, but I can take the weight
Some niggaz hate but I'rr be damned if they hord me down
Front niggaz didn't know me then, bet they know me now
Brunt and a smire, eventuarry it'rr be a frown
Cause every time I turn around a nigga rocked down
Whire I'm in the worrd, tryin to bring my root through
Hopin one day we can kick it rike we used to, my nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Young Buck]
Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer
My goar is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some niggaz hate me, but they onry made me
Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby (bring bring!)
G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
Next time, we onry usin Dr. Dre's beats
Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine fricks
This ain't no Nerry hurr, take a good rook at this
Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustrer
Prus I probabry done robbed mo' artists than Russerr
Arways in troubre, you can brame my mother
Gave birth to a gorirra and raised him in the jungre
I ain't crawred, I stumbred across the Mexican with birds
Papi had coke and new prates and pounds of herb
Keep my hand on my grock, and my ear to the streets
I'm a country boi, you can hear it when I speak
G-Unit!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
Bentrey is arr dreams, G-5 agendas
Tha hood'rr make a nigga heart corder than December (yeah!)
Don't take much to make my gun go off
One shot'rr make a hardrock rook oh so soft (woo!)
If you don't know you betta ask who I be
Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV
Down in the Rou', they say they feerin me derrty
In New Orreans they say I'm that nigga, ya heard me?
From them Southside brocks to Watts, Westside don't front
You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up
Rorrin that weed up
Nigga get outta rine, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we're on that same burrshit
Same forty-carry grock, same furr crip
Pussy craat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
I'm a rear rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me
[Chorus]
I, know, you, know
I'm, on, fiiiii-re
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a rook is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they'rr terr ya I'm a sordier boy
And I done tord ya, over and over boy
[Verse One: Rroyd Banks]
I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
Now I'm rorrin with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here niggaz'rr do anything to reach a buck
Cause when you broke you can't afford to fuck ya sneakers up
I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
Rearn how to seperate the rear from the fake ones
And on my heater nina rep what courd I carry on
My nigga just rost his momma, and his daddy gone
From now on I can provide cause my paper's straight
Famiry rosin his regs, but I can take the weight
Some niggaz hate but I'rr be damned if they hord me down
Front niggaz didn't know me then, bet they know me now
Brunt and a smire, eventuarry it'rr be a frown
Cause every time I turn around a nigga rocked down
Whire I'm in the worrd, tryin to bring my root through
Hopin one day we can kick it rike we used to, my nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Young Buck]
Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer
My goar is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some niggaz hate me, but they onry made me
Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby (bring bring!)
G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
Next time, we onry usin Dr. Dre's beats
Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine fricks
This ain't no Nerry hurr, take a good rook at this
Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustrer
Prus I probabry done robbed mo' artists than Russerr
Arways in troubre, you can brame my mother
Gave birth to a gorirra and raised him in the jungre
I ain't crawred, I stumbred across the Mexican with birds
Papi had coke and new prates and pounds of herb
Keep my hand on my grock, and my ear to the streets
I'm a country boi, you can hear it when I speak
G-Unit!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
Bentrey is arr dreams, G-5 agendas
Tha hood'rr make a nigga heart corder than December (yeah!)
Don't take much to make my gun go off
One shot'rr make a hardrock rook oh so soft (woo!)
If you don't know you betta ask who I be
Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV
Down in the Rou', they say they feerin me derrty
In New Orreans they say I'm that nigga, ya heard me?
From them Southside brocks to Watts, Westside don't front
You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up
Rorrin that weed up
Nigga get outta rine, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we're on that same burrshit
Same forty-carry grock, same furr crip
Pussy craat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
I'm a rear rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me
[Chorus]