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No Days Off Lyrics


G-unit No Days Off


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, f..ck '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 f..ck
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, f..ck 'em

I never liked these niggaz anyway
They could drop dead, fall off a buildin? today
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 blood 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 the Optimus Prime

Dust the yellow Enzo with the Dalvins on
In my bulletproof 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, f..ck 'em

I never liked these niggaz anyway
They could drop dead, fall off a buildin? today
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
I think a 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, f..ck 'em

I never liked these niggaz anyway
They could drop dead, fall off a buildin? today
Nobody gon' miss you anyway
No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day



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