Clips (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Guess who's back motherf*cker, G.U.N.I.T
There's a lot of new n*ggas comin' but all of em under me, I'm
The top gunner, the boy wonder, it's Lloyd's summer
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You'll never earn what I keep on my wrist, (No)
This rap sh*t made me lazy, I smoke a blunt, get some head and fall asleep on a b*tch (Wooo)
Go get back ya bronze chains
I'm number 1 in the draft, just ask
You're looking at the rap LeBron James
I'm like a breath of fresh air, a hope for the future, we got land
So I be lookin' out the scope when I shoot ya
There's a couple n*ggas emulating me but they both clones
My earrings reflect more colors than snow cones, you broke homes
Go make a resumé and stop wastin' your time makin' them records the radio'll never play (Yeah)
I'll [?] [?] my sneakers, green, blue, red and grey, live by a couple codes
See, do, never say, I laugh when I see your sales
Yayo got a bigger buzz than you on the street and he in jail (Wooo)
The hood is full of females, prayin' they first to go hatch
I f*ck my b*tch with a condom and a birth control patch
I got a few single that mingle, some b*tches with brats
They hold me down, rub my back and make biscuits from scratch
I know you hopin' that we don't sell more
I f*ck around and buy a house with more rooms than a hotel floor (Woooo), look
I'm radio ready, in every hood I'm heavy, rollin', shoulder strapped the Dezzie (Yeah), yellow golden platinum bezzie (Yeah), I ain't average stupid
I'm goin' to compete wit Nelly, n*gga you starvin'
My money longer than Lisa Lesley
Take the handcuffs off your b*tch, we all beat her 'ready
She done laid her head next to more balls than spaghetti (yea)
None of you n*ggas can drive in my lane
You're not worthy, the only hood stripes you got is in your Yankees jersey
Now e'rbody is corrupt, even the kids understand murders
f*ck filet mignon, menu is fries and hamburgers
We got these n*ggas sick, they whole crew should be in pics
Somebody send a "get well" card to Misdemeanor Inc (Yea)
[Lloyd Banks taking]
Yayo what up n*gga?!
Don't worry about it, I got you baby!
Matter a fact
Let that sh*t keep goin', n*gga!
I gotta get loose on this!

[Verse 2]
No matter how much I put her through
Mamma gon' believe what her son tell her
n*ggas tryna wet me and the heat is my umbrella
Fella I'm leaning off the henny and vanilla (Yea)
There's too much drama to leave your semi in the cellar
I got a nutcase that'll do anythin' I tell her
Take a dive off a project building if I let her
Hah, I'm so clever
The charm of a prince (Uh huh)
Move around in a 'Lac (Uh huh) truck armored with tints
It's amazing the way I flow, so I'm respected by the vets that been around since De La Soul, oh
You think I'm off point cause she's clocking me? (Huh)
I got n*ggas in the club watchin' you, watchin' me
We, see you whining all dramatic in your videos
Overreacting, I hope that he's packing,(Yea)
A couple these bullets will open his back and (Yea)
Another di*khead dead over rappin' (Yea)
[Outro]
Yeah n*gga!
I can't be stopped!
G Unit!
f*ck all you n*ggas!
Ha ha