Pump Pump Lyrics & Tabs by G-Unit
Pump Pump
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G-G-G-G-G-G G-Uniiit
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80 big product of the arrow with the stem
I'm on record, don't need no rep from no rapper?
I'm on these white line shit
Truth back on em when don't got it
Flick back with yem, billie spot
You had against, two summers, a pack of friends
Winnin', you neva lost, dumb nigga, you lost within
COrny niggas shakin' and they slims on live radio
Kill em on my lonely tony 45 rabies show
The four feet Louie sneaks with the navy?
Phone touched for three weeks, guess it made my lady cold
I'm kickin' bitches out with style
Neva talkin' pillows, keep my business out the crowd
Phone touched for three weeks, guess it made my lady cold
I'm kickin' bitches out with style
Neva talkin' pillows, keep my business out the crowd
Till I'm out of pitch and hit the striptease with a towel on
Like pow, check out my playa lifestyle
And tho I hit record, I'm hittin' gotta say it twice now(?)
I hit the ink and drop it down, you here to drop my lights down
Ain't nobody seein' me, all I see is opportunity
Pain power and pastures, pourin' at me like?
Aye, yo, you don't want the glory? Flurry in my community
Flyin' border you saw me, flown with all of my jewelry
Callin' me usually, 40 go to the family, yo
There's somethin' in the water, goons will kill you for a camiyo
With the money go to can nigga
Understand me tho, bunch of models, tho
(2)
I'm in the club, got these killa niggas with me
I need 50... bottles, 50 models is sick as sticky
Southside in the club with me
And my nigga KK got the twin 50.s
And the S5-50, the 20-14, been a drug dealer since the age of 14(?)
Flee the team, came? from Beantown
I got the beam on the strap when I swing round
DaVinci down, my belt H-Town
Hermed shit, hold the tray down
I used to move work on a greyhound
In an Amtrak, my mule ass fat
62 all up in the ass crack
I flipped that, then I call my connect back
My baby gotta eat, I need Similac
Make a movie with the pryex, Cinemax
(3)
Fuck what I been through, yeah I'm goin' through it, no-one do it betta tho
And everything in my past I had to let it go
But my arrest raise up until my essays
Let's just say, my nigga, my death pay
That's one stage and one mic
But the money still green and the bricks white
Check in, muthafuckas, while I take flight
I neva seen enough money make right
No manager, been managing my own
Callin' my phone and the damage is gone
This shit crazy, too late cuz the camera's on
This shit amazing, rappers get the stammering on
You get the line? Talkin' bout the shells that they buyin'
And the jets that they flyin', ye ain't neva got a dime like me
The East side is where you need to be, cuz the outside ain't you and the partner we see(?)
(4: Kid Kid)
Starrin' at the haters, Rim Van Laser
Betta off cuttin' in here if you tryna fade it
All kind of gators, flavors anihilator
Yo girl on the knot, make a million later
Live like dawg, live my life like taker
Ain't no tellin' where this life will take us
The? fully couldn't take us
When you reach yo belt be a pistol not a taser
Do the hard not, 12 gear was a major?
Yo fuck lovin', I'mma stay
Put a lil cheese on the trail for the rats
Put G's on the map for the Zan
Hop off, food back to the pack
Have you straight and a couple niggas out like nap
With the fake shit comin' out they mouth like that
Straight from the trap, the LA Leakers
Lookin' for you when your were LA features
Mike Chosekin for LA Feature
My way defeat the LA reaper
(5)
Place yo bitch and die
Snakes still surroundin' yo grave
Ghost town, and girls not even down with you when you payed
I'm good to make it, any doubt and?
Trap the animal with the power to lift the cage
Remind me of the time I had the GT
BP, how I gases them hoes is rather easy
Sleazy, mind so vivid, rest with the leasy
Open up a cage of this horrible, creepy? straight suit, whippin' through great groups
I'mma be by my word, live by the same truth
We findin' V V's for yo blinds, veeter woodage
I done hit 3000 times
Am I wrong?
(6)
