Move on over, I done told ya, boy
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier, boy
And when you gon' get it in your brain
The gate's wide open and the dog's off the chain
I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya, stop frontin'
I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
In the Bible I read, death is of the tongue
And if you talk about death enough death is gon' come