Follow Me Gangster

By G-Unit

On G-Unit Pt.5 Bulletproof

Released on February 18, 2003

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[Intro: 50 Cent]

(Uh huh)

(Yeah) Sha, you ready? drop that

Ferrari F-50 style baby

(Uh huh)

I'ma show 'em how to do it

Ha ha (Uh huh)

Yea (G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit)


[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

I keep hearing niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas with guns

When I'm out on bail, riding with some new ones

Big got hit in that passenger seat

Pac got hit in that passenger seat

Now I'm riding around in that passenger seat

Come near the whip, I'm blasting my heat

It don't take long for my juvenile delinquent thinking to sink in

The consequences mean nothing, them semi auto's is busting

Crack selling, predicate felon, spit big words, but I can't spell them

Put a shot through your melon

That'll help your punk ass from telling

That I got that nine and that four four, the H2 on double four's

Bulletproof windows and doors, gangster, how about yours

'Southside' tatted on my back

My last gun shipment got the whole hood straps

Now all I got is two three eighties' and a nine

Nigga, you can knock and tell the cops, but you're dying


[Chorus: 50 Cent]

You're thicker than water, o, twizzy wizzy one

You're thicker than water, o, twizzy wizzy one

You're thicker than water, o twizzy wizzy one

You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me

R, o, twizzy wizzy one

You're thicker than water, o, twizzy wizzy one

You're thicker than water, o, twizzy wizzy one

You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me


[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]

I used to chill in the hood to support the fiends

But, now I'm eating caviar instead of pork and beans

I'm in the money green seven forty-five with seven shots in the four five

Y'all niggas wanna die, I got a love affair

With violence and guns

So this is for them gangsters', rep where you from

When I got older, my heart turned colder

That's why the Mac react like a King Cobra

Now I'm jumping out of Rovers in Gucci loafers

Y'all niggas wanna stun, I bury you cockroaches

Give me one year, in this industry

I buy enough guns to declare war on a small country


[Chorus: 50 Cent]

You're thicker than water, o, twizzy wizzy one

You're thicker than water, o, twizzy wizzy one

You're thicker than water, o twizzy wizzy one

You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me

R, o, twizzy wizzy one

You're thicker than water, o, twizzy wizzy one

You're thicker than water, o, twizzy wizzy one

You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me


[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

Still walk around with the hammer boss, rope, and a cross

Hard times will make a little nigga hate Santa Claus

Your mileage is high, older than Diana Ross

I'm like a two thousand and three banana Porsche

I don’t got to hire sluts, to get your tires cut

They on my dick because I make groupies set off a fire truck

My team in the cut, packing metal things

That's more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings

It's eight class karats in the border

I poke ho's 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 squirting on the cabin that you bought her

I'm a heavy weed smoker so the average is a quarter

Brown coloured from shit he established in the water

You got Banks on your jersey, you're part of my fanbase

Just because you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes


[Chorus: 50 Cent]

You're thicker than water, o, twizzy wizzy one

You're thicker than water, o, twizzy wizzy one

You're thicker than water, o twizzy wizzy one

You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me

You're thicker than water, o, twizzy wizzy one

You're thicker than water, o, twizzy wizzy one

You're thicker than water, o, twizzy wizzy wa

You can be a Blood or a Crip, nigga, bitch, follow me