Click \"more\" for lyrics...\"Follow Me Gangster\"\n(feat. G-Unit)\n\n[50]\nYeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that\nFerrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah)\nI\'ma show \'em how I do it (yeah, yeah)\nG-g-g-g-g G-UNIT!\n\nI keep hearin\' niggas is happy, the D\'s come, niggas wit guns\nWhen I\'m out on bail, ridin\' wit\' some new ones\nBig got hit in that passenger seat\nPac got hit in that passenger seat\nNow I\'m ridin\' \'round in that passenger seat\nCome near the whip, I\'m blastin\' my heat\nIt don\'t take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin\' to sink in\nThe consequences mean nothin\', those semi auto\'s is bustin\'\nCrack sellin\', predicate villain, spit big words but I can\'t spell \'em\nPut a shot to your melon, that\'ll keep you\'re punk ass from chillin\'\nThen I got that nine and a fo\'-fo\', that H2 is never full\nBullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how \'bout yours\nSouthside tatted on my back\nMy last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped\nNowall I got is two 380\'s and a nine\nNigga you can knock and tell the cops but you\'re dyin\'\n\n[Chorus - repeat 2X]\nYou\'re thicker than water\nOuch! twizzy wizzy wa\nYou\'re thicker than water\nOuch! twizzy wizzy wa\nYou\'re thicker than water\nOuch! twizzy wizzy wa\nYou can be a Blood or a Crip\nNigga, you bitchFollow Me\n\n[Tony Yayo]\nI used to chill in the hood, to support the fiends\nBut now I\'m eatin\' caviar instead of pork and beans\nI\'m in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo\' five\nY\'all niggas wanna die?\nI got a love affair, wit\' violence and guns\nSo this is for them gangstas, rep\' where you from\nWhen I got O\'d up, my heart turned colder\nThat\'s why the mac react like a king cobra\nNow I\'m jumpin\' out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers\nY\'all niggas wanna stun? I\'ll bury you cockroaches\nGimme one year, in this industry\nI\'ll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Lloyd Banks]Still walk around wit\' the hammer boss\nRope and a cross\nHard times\'ll make a lil\' nigga hate Santa Claus\nYour mountains is high, holdin\' in Diana Ross\nI\'m like a 2003 banana Porsche\nI don\'t gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut\nThey on my dick, \'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck\nMy team inthe cutt, packin\' middle things\nI got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings\nIt\'s 8 class karats in the border\nI poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder\nI\'m a savage on your daughter\nShe ain\'t in the college dorm\nThen I guess I\'m squirtin\' on the cabin that you bought her\nI\'m aheavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter\nBrown colored from shit, he established in the water\nYou got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base\nJust \'cause you pour syrup on shit, don\'t make it pancakes\n\n[Chorus] 50, banks, buck, cent, follow, G, G-unit, gangsta, gangster, lloyd, me, tony, unit, yayo, young