No Days Off

[00:-04.52]G-Unit - No Days Off

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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent]

[50 Cent]

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]

[Chorus]

I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin

Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin

Strap like it's legal, ridin around bumpin

If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em

I never liked these niggaz anyway

They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today

Hey.. Nobody gon' miss you anyway

No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day

I got the burner burner, I come to burn and burn ya

Revolver turn ya, call it murder murder

I ain't smilin I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin jokin

See if you think somethin sweet when your head open

Cross me, force me, go 'head, line me up

I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck

I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out

With a pound, two clips, and Chinese take-out

You make it rain, I make it lead shower

You say your prayers, you in your last hour

I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump crazy

You chumps amaze me, the wolves they raised me

You don't like me then spray me

I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin

Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin

Strap like it's legal, ridin around bumpin

If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em

I never liked these niggaz anyway

They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today

Hey.. Nobody gon' miss you anyway

No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day

This is that face down on the floor, ski mask shit

If I fall off, I rebound quick

Like Greg Odin, Tony Yay' I be holdin

German mouths on my hip, cause my wrist be frozen

How these rappers claim {?} and the books is closed?

How these rappers claim cars and they gun don't smoke?

I catch a nigga on his deathbed

And rip the IV out his arm, then jump in Optimus Prime

Dust the yellow Enzo with the Dalvins on

In my bullet-proof Ac', who you stylin on

When the sun is gone, and the wolves come out

You coward-ass niggaz bring your jewelry out

I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin

Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin

Strap like it's legal, ridin around bumpin

If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em

I never liked these niggaz anyway

They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today

Hey.. Nobody gon' miss you anyway

No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day

You may have to bring that, ain't nobody trippin

Shit, niggaz is hungry, I ain't nobody chicken

A nigga screw is missin, I'm pimpin, I'm livin

Nice with the dice, deuce-deuce six'n

Look how the game change, bad for the system

Niggaz on game shows, two dudes kissin

Listen, we're not the same, we're not for fame

The industry's punked out, we're not to blame

These niggaz been perpetratin so long

If they can make it rain, I can make it storm

He's makin a scene, but I can make him calm

I just got a N.B., that'll break a arm

I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin

Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin

Strap like it's legal, ridin around bumpin

If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em

I never liked these niggaz anyway

They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today

Hey.. Nobody gon' miss you anyway

No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day

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