Follow Me Gangster lyrics Lyrics

Song Lyrics Follow Me Gangster lyrics (feat. G-Unit) [50] Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that Ferrari F 50 style 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 bail, 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 blastin my heat It don t take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin to sink in The consequences mean nothin , those semi auto s is bustin Crack sellin , predicate villain, spit big words but I can t spell em Put a shot to your melon, that ll keep you re punk ass from chillin Then I got that nine and a fo -fo , that H2 is never full Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how bout yours Southside tatted on my back My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped Now all I got is two 380 s and a nine Nigga you can knock and tell 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 Blood or a Crip Nigga, you bitch Follow Me [Tony Yayo] I used to chill 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 all niggas wanna die? I got a love affair, wit violence and guns So this is for them gangstas, rep where you from When I got O d up, my heart turned colder That s why the mac react like a king cobra Now I m jumpin out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers Y all niggas wanna stun? I ll bury you cockroaches Gimme one year, in this industry I ll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Still walk around wit the hammer boss Rope and a cross Hard times ll make a lil nigga hate Santa Claus Your mountains is high, holdin in Diana Ross I m like a 2003 banana Porsche I don t gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut They on my dick, cause I make groupies set off a fire truck My team in the cutt, packin middle things I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings It s 8 class karats in the border I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder I m a savage on your daughter She ain t in the college 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 colored from shit, he established 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] Song Lyrics