South Coast

[Intro: Stat Quo]
G-Unit
I'm Stat Quo, nigga
Yeah
You understand me?
I'm with motherfucking Buck
G-Unit's in this thing
Listen here
Yeah

[Verse 1: Stat Quo]
Uh, look at him, pimp, balls out bruh
Grown man shit, if it's drama we handle it
From Atlanta, hold my hammers
Lie to folk, that's scandalous
[?] face to the canvas (My bruh)
Knuckle up, punk, pop the trunk, cock and dump
Ridin' slump, it's hard punk, sugar water, shawty crunk
Fuckin' with mine will get you stomped
Ride on my enemies crush my comp
Leave their bodies covered with [?]
Givin' them what they don't really want
And that's the hay-maker, south coast jaw breaker
Try talkin' that ying-yang when you shook like a salt shaker
The haters, undertaker, [?] devil, jealous fakers
Mad cause I'm gettin' paper, [?]
Stat Quo (GMM), know the name buddy
We have assembled an empire, and they're damn muddy (Hah)
Ride clean, down the strip sippin' prime bubbly
My mind on my grip, representin' the damn dirty

[Chorus: Stat Quo]
This be that south coast shit
And you better [?] give a fuck who you go get
G-unit, believe [?]
And we toating big things
My partners got good aim
G-Unit
South coast shit
And you better [?] give a fuck who you go get
G-unit, believe [?]
And we toating big things
My partners got good aim
G-Unit

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Something keep telling me
Buck gon' catch a felony
I shouldn't have to weigh up what you selling me
But [?]
Niggas holla keep it real
[?] gon' stab you in your back
But I ain't seeing nothing here
I'll grab you and your gat
I'm the platnom in your plack
I'm the coke that's in your pack
I heard them niggas hit you up
I'm them bullits in your back
Reach behind them walls
All I got is some bananna clips
50 keep on telling me "na"
But Imma handle this
They love me in Los Angeles
The dirty south streets know
That Buck been buck wild
Got 'em bucking on that east coast
Cock it back and pop it twice
Cook the crack, watch for the vice
Play it cool and pay his price
Set him up and take his life
That's why we dirty dirty
Niggas don't mind breaking bread
Mama gave us soul food
Daddy tought us how to bust heads
So come on down to this town full of outlaws
We got the police scared to even answer house calls

[Chorus: Stat Quo]
This be that south coast shit
And you better [?] give a fuck who you go get
G-unit, believe [?]
And we toating big things
My partners got good aim
G-Unit
This be that south coast shit
And you better [?] give a fuck who you go get
G-unit, believe [?]
And we toating big things
My partners got good aim
G-Unit