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I'm Leavin' Lyrics G-Unit

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G-Unit - I'm Leavin' Songtext

I'm Leavin, On The Next plane
I don't' know when I'll be back again
I'm a southside nigga, you can find me where dat money at

Find me in ya crib with da ninna' where dat money at

See me I found a remedy so stop pretendin

I'll put that ruger on ya head and pop yo mellon

See me I gets bizzy, front in missourizzy
I move with the semi, zip zip through the city
The lord can't get me, the lord gotta get me
I make shit hot, and lay low till it fizzy
You think you know fiddy, you don't know fiddy
In the S5-50, the 44 with me
My man yayizzy, stay off the hizzy
Cell fiends wizzy, they smoke crack till they dizzy
Yo man Joey Crack, I told em before
You don't want it with me, you pussy fat boy
You wann go to war, I'll kill cam home boy
Catch you slippin put ya fuckin brains on the floor

I'm Leavin, On The Next plane
Dee's ran up in mah crib, they found cocaine
Finger prints on the hammerz and heroine
Before I go back to jail, I'm squeezin man
I'm a southside nigga, you can find me where dat money at

Find me in ya crib with da ninna' where dat money at

See me I found a remedy so stop pretendin

I'll put that ruger on ya head and pop yo mellon

Look, the television caters to pop
Not Robin Hicks
The unit ain't fall off, that's all politics
Niggaz don't throw rice, they throw hollowtips
And they don't wanna get married, they want model chicks
Sex, liquor, and dough, bottle piff
Fuck buyin a phantom, I'll just borow fif's
Yesterday's dap is tommorow's piss
From a handheld to a colorado cliff
Nigga you violate me, I'm sendin you to god
I'm no peace maker, that's my jeweler's job
I spit it how I live it, nigga you da fraud
Put my wieght on ya back, you won't move a yard

I'm Leavin, On The Next plane
Dee's ran up in mah crib, they found cocaine
Finger prints on the hammerz and heroine
Before I go back to jail, I'm squeezin man
I'm a southside nigga, you can find me where dat money at

Find me in ya crib with da ninna' where dat money at

See me I found a remedy so stop pretendin

I'll put that ruger on ya head and pop yo mellon

Touch one of mine, I'll touch one of yours
Send us to the hospital, I'll send yours to the mourge
I'm like jesus in tha hood, and god to the industry
All fifty enemies are all of my enemies
I'm a smoker, og kush in the jar
Drop the top on the lam, blaze the purple in the car
Glock automatty yo bitch gotta fatty yo
14 bricks, part low, who yo family yo
I'm tryin to push 700's, they ain't make em yet
They got em now baby, that S-700 crazy
Why buy refriegerator doors
I blend in the d, and cook up the hores

I'm Leavin, On The Next plane
I don't' know when I'll be back again
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