Lousafer (Freestyle)

G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit! I'm from the murder capitol where they murder in khaki suits G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit! I'm from the murder capitol where they murder in khaki suits [Verse 1] '64 Impala, 100 spoke Daytons Drive in '95 tryna run away from Satan Used to dribble rock as a kid like Jason When my mother was at church every Sunday like Mason Prayin' for her baby boy, sittin' in a Lazy Boy Like "I'ma beat the shit out this crazy boy" That was '97, I was in high school Nobody told me my grandmother would die soon I mean, Jesus Christ knew Why he ain't pull me on my pants, let me tell me big momma was fightin' cancer Four months passed, Jesus never answered So I looked at gangbangin' like "uh, I'ma chance it" Red rag in my pocket, Cedar Block on my neck For the last seven years I've been a prophet of death And even though I got shot in the chest I persevered, now Jimmy Iovine' name on the bottom of my checks So it's G-Unit West [Verse 2] I'll never forget when my brother died, forget when my cousin died Forget 9/11 when all of them mothers died So fuck Sadam, Bin Laden and them other guys Told my baby sister "pray when your brother fly" And any other nigga tryna make my mother cry You will get a grave for that shit Joe Budden tried You seen High Top in Colors, right? We nothing alike, 'cause me, I take motherfuckas lives Got a thousand niggas that wanna ride And they all follow me like I'm the son of God So I raise the dead in my songs, spray lead if I'm wrong But I shall break bread with God till I'm dead and gone