Lyrics of Stranger

Uh, i'm doin' my thang, g-unit's my gang
Ma, i gotta get mine, all the day all the time
N****, you know how we roll, twenty three's twenty four's
I'm holdin' my ground in case somethin' goes down

Uh, yeah don't fall for a big butt and a smile
They set ya up you f*** around have to buck in the crowd
Around my way, ain't sunshine ev'ryday
N****s'll cross ya, you should hear the slang they say

In a land of attitudes **'s and accidents
Where n****s split blunts eight ways and pack the b****
Mama spit me out with a spindle and i been mackin' since
And i'm stubborn, so i don't lean back and flinch

You're perpetratin', embarrasin' the crooks
Plus your frontin' they only seen paris in the books
Whenever you leave the bricks watch the n****s you roll with
Before you know it n****s be shootin' up yo' s***

The clubs a fashion show, so n****s go get
And rev up all the broke n****s rockin' they old s***
Before the night is done they be another murder
So put your money to the side for another burner

Stranger, don't bring 'em 'round if i don't know 'em like that
I feel like it's targets all over my back
Because of these broads that's layin' over my lap
A n**** that young ain't 'sposed to live like that

I just saw the dealer and i'm goin' right back
Stashin' my g*** 'cause i know they might rat
I'm doin my thang, g-unit's my gang

Uh, i'm frontin' in my g62's the yellow and royal blues
I'm better than all you dudes hot metal for all you fools
The one that n****s admire many study all my moves
And i'm focused 'cause i'm a end up bloody if i snooze

You a sucker for love or maybe i'm a bit different
If you ask me, is your baby mama's a pigeon?
I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon
And i'm out poppin' cris b**** i'll show you how i'm livin'

I keep havin' them dreams 'bout n****s gettin' the drop on me
Lettin' them things fly up and down the block for me
True fear n****s don't feel ya they triflin'
But i adapt 'cause i used to think just like 'em

As soon as i hit the top i noticed the sudden change
It's probably the maserati ferrari, yeah the range
This is south side street talk the hood slang
And my product, a open your nose like good caine

Stranger, don't bring 'em 'round if i don't know 'em like that
I feel like it's targets all over my back
Because of these broads that's layin' over my lap
A n**** that young ain't 'sposed to live like that

I just saw the dealer and i'm goin' right back
Stashin' my g*** 'cause i know they might rat
I'm doin' my thang, g-unit's my gang