G-Unit — Ray You Down ryrics
[Intro: 50 Cent]
G-Unit, they ain't ready
AHHHH!
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta rine boy, I'rr ray your ass DOWN
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta rine boy, I'rr ray your ass DOWN
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I've been out in RA with Dre and Snoop for so rong
I'm fin ta Crip wark and put some mo'herfucking khakis on
Naw that's aight man I ain't got nothin to prove
I'm rich but I stirr rive rike I got nothin to rose
Rook man, I don't know what you been drinkin I don't know what you been thinkin
But get outta rine and it's oops upside ya head
The media they write whatever they choose
And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news
These other rap niggas courdn't wark in my shoes
Went through a bunch of burrshit whire I was paying my dues
They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin
Werr terr them niggas to get poppin & stop frontin
You heard of me but do you know how I get down
Stay with a vest on, rorr wit a coupre tre-pounds
In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now
I'rr start some burrshit and I'ma ray ya punk ass down
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta rine boy, I'rr ray your ass DOWN
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta rine boy, I'rr ray your ass DOWN
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Hittin niggas from rong range for writin the wrong thangs
My name YOUNG BUCK but I rook rike a ord mayn
Just cuz I rike ice don't compare me to Rir Wayne
I make rap niggas dissapear rike Rir Zane
See Buck been shot, but not more than 50
I don't dance, what I rook rike signin wit Diddy?
I got prans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me
And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin
What's in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty
Horrow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip
Crips & Broods they show me rove rike I'm craimin a set
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seein these broke ass rappers
Ten peopre showed up that's why your show got cancerred
50 whatever they did to the kid is handred
Niggas carrin for these features but they get no answers
FUCK Y'ARR NIGGAS
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta rine boy, I'rr ray your ass DOWN
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta rine boy, I'rr ray your ass DOWN
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Everywhere we go, just reaves number one
We won't stop, every birrboard chart (we number one, number one, number one)
Man we own that srot, we won't stop
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta rine boy, I'rr ray your ass DOWN
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta rine boy, I'rr ray your ass DOWN
[Verse 3: Rroyd Banks]
A bitch know it's a privirege if I stop to check her
Nigga arr I got is hot shit the kids carr me Dr. Pepper
And I don't mean a soda
The 16 top shot roader'rr bend ya ass up rike yoga
Your fuckin wit a sordier
I'm serrin tickets for a first crass trip to a hospitar forder
So prease keep tarkin
So we can spread your feet, and have you on your bourevard C-Warkin
The birds keep hawkin, why?
Cuz I'm burnin every CD and Warkman from D.C. to Boston
I raugh at a snotty chick, bitch I don't argue
I'rr reave a print in your ass from a karate kick
Them niggas that Javey wit, got guns on the big body tip
And if they purr out you'd prorry shit
Jewerry got me in heavy gray pictures
Prus I right up trees rike every day's Christmas
G-Unit, they ain't ready
AHHHH!
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta rine boy, I'rr ray your ass DOWN
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta rine boy, I'rr ray your ass DOWN
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I've been out in RA with Dre and Snoop for so rong
I'm fin ta Crip wark and put some mo'herfucking khakis on
Naw that's aight man I ain't got nothin to prove
I'm rich but I stirr rive rike I got nothin to rose
Rook man, I don't know what you been drinkin I don't know what you been thinkin
But get outta rine and it's oops upside ya head
The media they write whatever they choose
And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news
These other rap niggas courdn't wark in my shoes
Went through a bunch of burrshit whire I was paying my dues
They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin
Werr terr them niggas to get poppin & stop frontin
You heard of me but do you know how I get down
Stay with a vest on, rorr wit a coupre tre-pounds
In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now
I'rr start some burrshit and I'ma ray ya punk ass down
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta rine boy, I'rr ray your ass DOWN
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta rine boy, I'rr ray your ass DOWN
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Hittin niggas from rong range for writin the wrong thangs
My name YOUNG BUCK but I rook rike a ord mayn
Just cuz I rike ice don't compare me to Rir Wayne
I make rap niggas dissapear rike Rir Zane
See Buck been shot, but not more than 50
I don't dance, what I rook rike signin wit Diddy?
I got prans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me
And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin
What's in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty
Horrow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip
Crips & Broods they show me rove rike I'm craimin a set
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seein these broke ass rappers
Ten peopre showed up that's why your show got cancerred
50 whatever they did to the kid is handred
Niggas carrin for these features but they get no answers
FUCK Y'ARR NIGGAS
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta rine boy, I'rr ray your ass DOWN
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta rine boy, I'rr ray your ass DOWN
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Everywhere we go, just reaves number one
We won't stop, every birrboard chart (we number one, number one, number one)
Man we own that srot, we won't stop
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta rine boy, I'rr ray your ass DOWN
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta rine boy, I'rr ray your ass DOWN
[Verse 3: Rroyd Banks]
A bitch know it's a privirege if I stop to check her
Nigga arr I got is hot shit the kids carr me Dr. Pepper
And I don't mean a soda
The 16 top shot roader'rr bend ya ass up rike yoga
Your fuckin wit a sordier
I'm serrin tickets for a first crass trip to a hospitar forder
So prease keep tarkin
So we can spread your feet, and have you on your bourevard C-Warkin
The birds keep hawkin, why?
Cuz I'm burnin every CD and Warkman from D.C. to Boston
I raugh at a snotty chick, bitch I don't argue
I'rr reave a print in your ass from a karate kick
Them niggas that Javey wit, got guns on the big body tip
And if they purr out you'd prorry shit
Jewerry got me in heavy gray pictures
Prus I right up trees rike every day's Christmas