i wanna give a special shoutout to all the high school players that came outta high school to the league kevin garnett tracy mcgrady kobe bryant jermaine o neal all yall layin the stones down for us up and comin and especially amare stoudemire way to make it big baby from that corner of compton to the mexican border another classic from the kitchen to the el camino with quarters and the plastic shell toe to the throttle skip moms titty skip the bottle straight to cristal in the club never hesitate to pull that pistol before i take another fine i ll be cellmates wit shyne in the mess hall wit cbp on my neck and walk the main line wit at t on my chest the kid hit the streets he in a vest wit a hoodrat from marcy tattooin jay z on her breast she love the way them gold d s spin on that six trey got a thing for dre and love nwa thats gangsta like a snoop deville on white walls niggas wont catch me slippin in that wilshire district big prepared a nigga for shit like that 38 revolver iron out six pack its so hard to say goodbye nigga get in my way you gon die heard my name now you think you know me nigga we responsible for yo dead homies it s so hard to say goodbye nigga get in my way you gon die heard my name now you think you know me nigga we responsible for yo dead homies it s so hard y all muthafuckas know my name b a n k cut clack the young guerrilla out the clicks baow g unit s runnin this shit blap as a matter of fact i smell a rat you better stay with your gat my diamonds is white and black how you feel about that i m too familiar where i m at can t run around wit a rat whenever our sets is strapped stay away from the clap you know the clap you know to run away from the set come slip a nigga stuck in the trap runnin and duckin a mac 50 these niggas must be fuckin wit crack yep and i m flossin every chance that i get walk around wit your advance on my neck i m demandin respect i hop in the coupe land in the jet bitches can t keep their hands out my sweats g unit new york city is the ground i m stompin and i m in l a wit game blowin the palm i m comfortable muthafucka  it s so hard to say goodbye nigga get in my way you gon die heard my name now you think you know me nigga we responsible for yo dead homies it s so hard to say goodbye nigga get in my way you gon die heard my name now you think you know me nigga we responsible for yo dead homies it s so hard on a corner in brooklyn playin cee lo call me ny game gucci chuck taylors black diamonds in my chain g g g unit i ll write it on your vest or spray paint it on the wall like fuck y all niggas compton s back i know you niggas heard by now and seen that cherry red impala parked in front of mr chow s that s gangsta yeah that s the way i do crossover and hog the rock like a i do ever since age five new niggas that sold crack now i picture my back to the wall like sandy koufax in a hank aaron throwback dickie s full of franklins in queens wit 50 on 94th bangin wanksta these fake ass gangstas i m hopin they wild cause i got a hot glock 40 that ll open the cow and i ma avoid trial then blow a hole in ya crown another beef wit the macs another hole in the ground muthafuckas it s so hard to say goodbye nigga get in my way you gon die heard my name now you think you know me nigga we responsible for yo dead homies it s so hard to say goodbye nigga get in my way you gon die heard my name now you think you know me nigga we responsible for yo dead homies it s so hard it s g unit radio i wanna give a shoutout to my man dj whoo kid reppin g unit and the shadyville for all you haters out there