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