Feel It In The Air

[Intro: News Anchor, Other News Anchor & Tony Yayo] There maybe no more dangerous job in the world these days Than being an undercover agent for the United States Drug Enforcement Administration, the D.E.A The Federal Agency which is at war with ruthless drug dealers around the world Tonight, one of those undercover agents is missing The American drug agent was kidnapped last Thursday (Here we go now!) in broad day light [Verse 1: Young Buck, D-Tay & Tony Yayo] [Young Buck:] We done sold dope out niggas [D-Tay:] Rob niggas [Young Buck:] Pimp toes [D-Tay:] Kill snitches [Young Buck:] Caught a lil case but I'm back on you punk bitches [D-Tay:] Moved bricks [Young Buck:] True shit [D-Tay:] You know what you dealin' with [Young Buck:] Real niggas [D-Tay:] Do real things on some real shit [Young Buck:] Hood rich [D-Tay:] [?] [Young Buck:] Thuggin' 'till my death day [D-Tay:] Just wait [Young Buck:] We can show a hustler the best way [D-Tay:] Ride with me [Young Buck:] Spit nigga, I'ma go and find 50 [D-Tay:] Tell him that I'm ready [Young Buck:] You know The Unit ridin' with me [D-Tay:] Pray for me [Young Buck:] Hey homie let me holla at ya [D-Tay:] Ay look it ain't about your money the lights what I'm after [Young Buck:] I'm strapped now [D-Tay:] Me too [Young Buck:] With Desert Eagles, I Feel It In The Air like that nigga Beanie Sigel [D-Tay:] So I'm shootin' anywhere even at innocent people [Young Buck:] I'm smokin' my weed like it's legal [D-Tay:] We creep through [Young Buck:] Top drop [D-Tay:] Glock cocked [Young Buck:] We know when the block hot [D-Tay:] The fiends still comin' so let's get it Buck (Here we go!) [Tony Yayo Talking:] Yeah G Unit nigga, huh It don't get no better than this, nigga Tony Yayo the Talk Of New York, nigga (Yeah!) Buck Marley, (The real Talk Of New York!) The general Curtis "Interscope" Jackson (Uh-huh!) Lloyd Banks Blue Hefner, nigga, Olivia Don't get no better than this, Sha Millions you ready baby? (Tony Yayo!) [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] I'm in the spot breakin' down 'cause my work is the best (Uh-huh!) So the Ds got it hot like some morning breath (Woo!) I'm in that new C.L.S L and a vest And my fifth'll have forensics cleanin' your mess (Yeah) Nigga 50 got me rich, I don't know how to act Homie my blade and my Mac Is the perfect match, they go together real good like Wade and Shaq Nigga give me 20 minutes I'll move Os of crack G Unit clique [?] nigga we ring bells Brutal, like the Medaline Cartel, I'm that new Big L with more chips than wise Hoes open up they thighs when they peep the ride You know that new GT, that four door shit I ride through your strip and let the four off quick, nigga [Outro: Tony Yayo] Know what time it is nigga (Yeah ya'll niggas know, man) G Unit! Yeah nigga It's the Talk Of New York, nigga The real Talk Of New York A.K.A. 12 12s 58 58s, man Ya'll niggas know what time it is, man Get your weight up not your hate up nigga, huh We got money, we doin' it nigga