Текст песни G-Unit - No Days Off

T.O.S: Terminate on Sight
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: G-Unit
Альбом: T.O.S: Terminate on Sight
Длительность: 03:54
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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] + (50 Cent) I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin Strap like it's legal, ridin around bumpin If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em (I never liked these niggaz anyway) (They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today) Hey.. (Nobody gon' miss you anyway) (No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day) [50 Cent] I got the burner burner, I come to burn and burn ya Revolver turn ya, call it murder murder I ain't smilin I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin jokin See if you think somethin sweet when your head open Cross me, force me, go 'head, line me up I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out With a pound, two clips, and Chinese take-out You make it rain, I make it lead shower You say your prayers, you in your last hour I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump crazy You chumps amaze me, the wolves they raised me You don't like me then spray me [Chorus] – starts over last line [Tony Yayo] This is that face down on the floor, ski mask shit If I fall off, I rebound quick Like Greg Odin, Tony Yay' I be holdin German mouths on my hip, cause my wrist be frozen How these rappers claim {?} and the books is closed? How these rappers claim cars and they gun don't smoke? I catch a nigga on his deathbed And rip the IV out his arm, then jump in Optimus Prime Dust the yellow Enzo with the Dalvins on In my bullet-proof Ac', who you stylin on When the sun is gone, and the wolves come out You coward-ass niggaz bring your jewelry out [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] You may have to bring that, ain't nobody trippin Shit, niggaz is hungry, I ain't nobody chicken A nigga screw is missin, I'm pimpin, I'm livin Nice with the dice, deuce-deuce six'n Look how the game change, bad for the system Niggaz on game shows, two dudes kissin Listen, we're not the same, we're not for fame The industry's punked out, we're not to blame These niggaz been perpetratin so long If they can make it rain, I can make it storm He's makin a scene, but I can make him calm I just got a N.B., that'll break a arm [Chorus]
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