50 cent, uh Llod banks,uh Young Buck, uh Game Nigga~ G-UNIT Ha, ha, it's easy man, it's easy man Ay yo I switch my hustle, no more dice games dillemas you see blood In the snow after the shots in december Niggas is broke that's why they stay ice grillin' I'm in the aspens laughin' snow mobilin' With a beautiful bitch she chocolate athletic Ass poke out like serena asks banks he seein' her Plus she hood she ain't hollywood remind me of trina D's come shorty even down to hold my beretta G stand for gangsta unit stand for you niggaz in trouble Better lock and load on the ground YEAH! Chorus: I'm so sorry Niggaz all fucked up they ain't gettin' money in the hood I'm So Sorry I lied to ya say I let you hold something homey if I could I'm so sorry 50 talking: You know I could but I don't wanna help you out nigga I'm SO sorry Game: I'm in that 6,7 glass house In and out of lanes Murder on my mind Old English runnin' through my veins I think about easy and it eases my pain I drink a 40 ounce g unit soakin' in the rain I came into this world both feet in the dirt No purple label no button up shirt No harm intended to subliminal disses But hard facts seperate the men from the bitches I would popped your ass if I thought you was worthy lookin' like boy george in that larry bird jersey Buck pass the dutch I'm blowin that bob marley Hop off the G-4 let's have a boston tech party G-UNIT 50 Chorus: I'm so sorry You niggas don't sound that good when you step in the booth I'm So sorry nigga did it hurt but god dammit you kno' it's da truth I'm So Sorry to see me do good it's makin' your punk ass sick I'm so sorry that I ain't got room for all you niggas on my dick I'm so Sorry Lloyd Banks: Yeah A snap of a finger will make you guys cripple I came up with this on the shitta, nigga I handle bars like a bicycle Stars make your eyes trickle As stiff as an icecycle The muffalas the sounds of land that's why I whistle Fire your stylists you know that's wrong For letting you put that foot locker noback on Around here niggas get shot for performin that song And hoes cut they eyebrows off and draw them back on They try to merk me yo That's why 50 bought me a trey pound with a nose longer then pinnchio Pop shit I stroke your slut And soon as her mouth open up what? Same color as coconut 50 Chorus: I'm so Sorry You ain't from compton you ain't gotta flow like game I'm so sorry You ain't Lloyd Banks mixtape artist of the year man I'm so sorry You ain't young buck you don't let the gun buck son you butt I'm so sorry you get outta line ill personally come fuck you up Young Buck: We don't chase no hoes We dream about it while we make the dough I'll have a hundred fuckin hatiains come and cut your throat I still touch the dough Niggas my ears to the street I got niggas from your own hood workin' for me You got ya hand out Can't even bail your man out Real know real cuz the bitch niggas stand out Nobody gonna miss you when the dessert eagle hits you Just do like pac said pour out a little liquor Picture gettin' your chest blown open and no one there to save ya You momma gotta wake up makin' funeral arrangements You know who to play with and we ain't the ones This G-unit shit is deeper than a prick in your thumb motha fuckas 50 talking: yeah I wanna take the time out to apologize to all y'all niggas That put out records this year and didn't see none I'm so sorry Ha, ha, ha oh man I don't know how to explain it how we get that money man h Ha, ha I just say shit I swith my hustle motha fucka