- Votes:
- Composers:
- Curtis James Jackson
- Marvin Bernard
- Christopher Charles Lloyd
- Vincent Jr. Montana
 
- See also:
50 Cent - Follow Me Gangster lyrics
Yeah, Sha, you ready? Drop that
 Ferrari F 50 style baby
 I'ma show 'em how I do it
 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 in your Mellon
 That'll keep your punk ass from tellin'
 That I got that nine and that fo'-fo', the H2 on double fours
 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'
 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 could be a Blood or a Crip
 Nigga, bitch follow me
 Ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
 You're thicker than water
 Ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
 You're thicker than water
 Ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
 You could be a Blood or a Crip
 Nigga, bitch follow me
 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
 50 Cent - Follow Me Gangster - http://motolyrics.com/50-cent/follow-me-gangster-lyrics.html
 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
 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 could be a Blood or a Crip
 Nigga, bitch follow me
 Ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
 You're thicker than water
 Ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
 You're thicker than water
 Ouch, twizzy wizzy wa
 You could be a Blood or a Crip
 Nigga, bitch follow me
 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
 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 could be a Blood or a Crip
 Nigga, bitch follow me








