Artist: G-Unit Album: The Beauty of Independence Song: Ease Up * Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com * Best Buy bonus track [Intro: 50 Cent] Uhh, yeah [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] Y'all niggaz better ease up, cause I ain't for the sucka shit Better figure out who you're fuckin with Hoes down, G's up, don't get me on my other shit Cause then we get to shootin and cuttin shit [Young Buck] Real shit, yo I done been caught slippin, had to take the bullets out myself Bite down on this bandanna and hold my breath Almost killed me, a couple more inches to the left And I'll be out of here, finally get my chance to see death Meanwhile, I'm healin up on Popular Hill Gettin head in that V-8, I got your bitch on the film I got to bust a couple heads with my nigga Soulja Slim Talked to C-Murder, he 'bout to come home from the pen [Kidd Kidd] And when he come home, I might be the one that's goin in Just hit your block last week, this week I'm goin again You don't know who you fuckin with, I'm the one they come and get You know what you gonna get, I don't know which gun to get You ain't ever shoot nothin, got shot at Shot back, pull the stock back, gave his waves a stocking cap I'm 'bout that - I'm gettin the chopper right now I know where Buck hide 'em at, huh [Chorus] [50 Cent] Yeah (y'all niggaz better ease up) I've been with the bullshit, niggaz sayin I'm slippery Their beef was with my car door, them niggaz wasn't hittin me Niggaz say they aired me out, boy you hit the stop sign Said you tried to take my head off, you better stop lyin I take a nigga work, murk, all I do is this All I - all I do is diss; all I - all you do is miss I'm my town, boy I'm what they wan' talk about I show a country nigga quick what New York about City slicker, slick nigga talkin slick shit The slick kinda nigga niggaz better stick with If they're tryna eat, out there on the street Pop shit, pop a nigga, watch a nigga leak [Chorus] [50 Cent] Y'all niggaz better ease up [Tony Yayo] Yeah, Chuck Norris vs. Bruce Lee, in the kitchen chop a ki' Money comin in, ain't no time for sleep Blunt look like a twig, one hand on the cig Stashbox for the pigs, you dig? So your claim to fame is puttin work in I'm on the Cayman Islands gettin brains like a surgeon In solitary pursuits and nothin but the fuckin dough If niggaz ribs touchin, kick your fuckin do' [Lloyd Banks] Man, fuck outta here with all that money shit, ya scramblin still Flood 'em, let the damage build, 357 cannon filled Realest on the planet still, steal a nigga just because Mayhem in a county club, yo he don't mean it, yes he does Beamer leanin hefty drugs, I hope you niggaz rest in pain Peel 'em off a grind of piss - my feelings gone since I was 6 I steal a corner, rocky wrist I hear you're boring, not convinced I was born to double dead presidents, uh [Chorus] [50 Cent] Y'all niggaz better ease up