Choose One - G-Unit

All I see is dead people

Come through the hood, niggas starving

If you ain’t tryna pay what I’m charging

All I see is dead people

I ain’t doing no arguing

No deals, I ain’t giving no bargains

My Glock 9 give you 16 ways to die — choose one

Give it to ya how you want it

My .45 give you 32 ways to die — choose one

It’s shoot 'em up bang, bang, shit, we still on it, nigga

Every day a star’s rising

It ain’t no love here, but your heart’s tied in

Soul’s slipping, sparks flying

Masterpieces is an art dying

Crime release, we break apart lying

Man down, the parts crying

Tears of joys heal a real McCoy

Bury your worries, don’t wonder who rides for ya

Know yourself, relax and study

Bloody your uniform, no rest, keep moving on

Anybody who do you wrong, wrong turn, it’s on

Somebody chain got took, somebody life got lost

Somebody water not working, somebody lights cut off

I watched my partner OD in '03 in front of me

Took the plea, went on a spree, damn near did the whole ki

Paranoid, nose dirty, 'bout to go for them thirty

You keep saying he’s hurting, now all his homies is worried

Second-guessing this gangster, they don’t know what he said

They don’t know what he told, but now you know that he dead