Ja Rule — 21 Gunz

[Chorus: Ja Rule] We got M-1's, 32s, 45's, streetsweepers Throw your guns up, 21 gunz solute Niggas soldiers, ready to die, recruits We got 40 cals, 44s, dilingers, 22s Throw your guns up, 21 gunz solute Cos you're nobody 'till somebody kills you [Verse 1: Ja Rule] Nigga you walk around like you got an "S" on your chest But wear a vest like a condom in the city of sex and violence Problems, get me aroused, niggas is foregone Why Lloyd Banks got gay lovers like Star Jones? Why Young Buck got stuck for all them fake stones? And why the hood is screamin G-units homos? Now I ain't sayin y'all no gay niggas, but shit Y'all ain't acting like no straight niggas! Cos now this bitch Fifty snitching again I'm throwin shots to the wind Cos me and Gotti, see, we dipping again Cos never have two men, owe so much to so many And I'm so glad, I'm so patient, with enemies If revenge is the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy Then killing a pussy nigga is sweeter than busting in ya And busting out more shots I'll do, cos you're nobody 'Till i find you and kill you! [Chorus: Ja Rule] We got M-1's, 32s, 45's, streetsweepers Throw your guns up 21 gunz solute Niggas is soldiers, ready to die, recruits We got 40 cals, 44s, dilingers, 22s Throw your guns up 21 gunz solute Cos your nobody 'till somebody kills you [Young Merc:] Word on the streets, these niggas ridin around wth the FEDS Like I dont still ride with one in the hand Like I won't have one of my young'ns hop out broad day with the spread That 'K hit, Banks fuck around and lose a leg And Yayo slumped in the hospital bed, eatin through IVs With a machine helpin him breath, it's INC And I dont hate, niggas hate on me More money more problems like B-I-G (Baby, Baby) I'm in the hood, homie, that's where you can find me Where we got O's for sale, not to mention a D Got fiends on lard, nigga I go hard 14 I was moving that white on my front yard See I'm far from a nigga that's just in the booth spitting it Nigga I'm still living it, try me I'll empty it I'm still dirty nigga, low in the rover, no hoster Rule give me the word, it's over [Chorus: Ja Rule] We got M-1's, 32s, 45's, streetsweepers Throw your guns up, 21 gunz solute Niggas is soldiers, ready to die, recruits We got 40 cals, 44s, dilingers, 22s Throw your guns up, 21 gunz solute Cos your nobody 'till somebody kills you [Caddillac Tah] I got a massacre in the cut waiting to happen 4 bitch niggas a bitch, put 'em in a ditch, dirt nap 'em Then purse snatch 'em, chain thief, turn killer, the zoo keeper With tranquilizers for the gorillas, nigga, get your banana peeled quick When them hammers spit, slip, get hit and watch the blood drip And soak your G-unit skee coat, and we on the speed boat With bottles and smooth models that deep throat Weed smoke in the air, literally in the lair, jet, we blowing down OG cush by the pound, now, got a 'K with a clear clip That hold 100 rounds, and its nothing for me trunk it And come visit your town [Ja Rule:] Cos on legal grounds, the incs been aquited But you know the hood is screaming we got away with it Cos 50 is see-through, and nigga i see you Lookin like a homo on the cover of GQ Ascot in the air, literally in the air Who dat Tyson Beckford was hitting from the rear? Your moms was queer, lesbian, gay So it makes sense 50 got gay tendencies [Chorus: Ja Rule] We got M-1's, 32s, 45's, streetsweepers Throw your guns up, 21 gunz solute Niggas soldiers, ready to die, recruits We got 40 cals, 44s, dilingers, 22s Throw your guns up, 21 gunz solute Cos your nobody 'till somebody kills you