shine The finest champagne, we can toast to life Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice Don't let ya fears let you confuse sayin' "fifty's bad news
cause I'm talkin to you The problem is we got a suicidal lifestyle Cause 90 percent of us are livin foul and wild I say job, you say ([Hen-G:] bad joke
Helen Keller Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas Redman and the Rockafellas Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad
not, I'm just another average girl Curls in my head, and yeah I think I look good Should I be the one, to break the bad news? Snooze when I'm tired, not
Jack better be quick) It's the Queen and the Princess (Jack ain't spit) Like that news van *There they go again* (On NBC to) *Nickalodean* Sophisticated bad
breathing, I dropped to my knees and I thank the lord and got long shit list all across the board motha fucker, fuck ya'll niggas man, G-unit, we takin
rap niggas disappear like lil thangs See Buck been shot but not more than 50 I don?t dance but I look like signing with Diddy I got plans, grenades, and the G-Unit
a little store he ran, He moved to LA from Japan, They called him 'Immigrant,' In Japanese, he'd say he was called "Esay," That meant 'First Generation In The United
in the game (bad news) Far rock in the game (bad news) Rrs in the game (bad news) Squad up (bad news) Stack bun's in the game (bad news) Far rock in
his shine sell em' back the next day You thought I really wanted ya pussy bitch please This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys My black g-unit
Fendi that Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match I like the way it look but bitch I aint buying that I hate to be the bearer of bad news but no more
so I can? open? your album budget Your recording budget, you got to send the music to the boss Ha, ha, ha, ha, that?s me the boss Yeah its G-Unit, G-Unit
shine sell em' back the next day You thought I really wanted ya pussy bitch please This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys My black g-unit
the para-familiar, (fuck with me!) I wanna win so bad nigga I kill ya! Get in the way, this 6 spray, I'm bad news. Denzel when the trumpet blow, more
Tucker and shit I've been waitin, debatin, to clap ya ass with the Gardu You'll be dead before god get the bad news [Whoo Kid:] Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid G Unit