G-Unit - No Days Off Lyrics
G-Unit Lyrics
No Days Off Lyrics
[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ (50Cent)]
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, f*ck '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)
[50Cent]
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 muhf*ckin' 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 f*ck
I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out
With a pound, 2 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]
[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 bulletproof 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 Bank$:]
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]
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, f*ck '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)
[50Cent]
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 muhf*ckin' 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 f*ck
I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out
With a pound, 2 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]
[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 bulletproof 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 Bank$:]
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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