50 Cent - I'm So Sorry (Feat. Llody Banks, Young Buck & The Game) lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] 50 cent, uh Llod banks, uh Young Buck, uh Game n***a~ G-Unit [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Haha it's easy man, it's easy man Ay yo I switch my hustle, no more dice games dillemas you see blood In the snow after the shots in december n***as is broke that's why they stay ice grillin I'm in the aspens laughin snow mobilin With a beautiful b**h she chocolate athletic Ass poke out like serena asks banks he seen her Plus she hood she ain't hollywood remind me of trina D's come shorti even down to hold down a nena G stand for gangsta unit stand for you n***as in trouble Better lock and load on the double [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm so sorry n***as all f**ed up they ain't gettin money in the hood I'm So Sorry I lied to ya say I let you hold something homey if I could I'm so sorry [50 talking:] You know I could but I don't wanna help you out n***a I'm so sorry [Verse 2: The Game] I'm in that 6, 7 gla** house In and out of lanes Murder on my mind Old english runnin through my veins I think about easy and it eases my pain I drink a 40 ounce g unit soakin in the rain I came into this world both feet in the dirt No purple label no bu*ton up shirt No harm intended no subliminal disses But hard facts seperate the men from the b**hes I would popped your a** if I thought you was worthy Lookin like boy george in that larry bird jersey Buck pa** the dutch I'm blowin that bob marley Hop off the G-4 lets have a boston tech party G-Unit [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm so sorry You n***as don't sound that good when you step in the booth I'm So sorry n***a that it hurt but god dammit you kno it's da truth I'm So Sorry You see me do good it's makin your punk a** sick I'm so sorry That I ain't got room for all you n***as on my dick I'm so Sorry [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks:] Yeah A snap of a finger will make you guys cripple I came up with this on the sh**ta, n***a I handle bars like a bicycle Stars make your eyes trickle As stiff as an icecycle The muffalas the sounds of land that's why I whistle Fire your stylists you know dats wrong For letting you put that foot locker noback on Around here n***as get shot for performin that song And hoes cut they eyebrows off and draw them back on They try to merk me yo That's why 50 bought me a trey pound with a nose longer then pinnchio Pop sh** I stroke your s*** And soon as her mouth open up what? Same color as coconut [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm so Sorry You ain't from compton you ain't gotta flow like game I'm so sorry You ain't lloyd banks mixtape artist of the year man I'm so sorry You ain't young buck you don't let the gun buck son you bu*t I'm so sorry You get outta line I'll personally come f** you up [Verse 4: Young Buck] We don't chase no hoes We dream about it while we make the dough Ill have a hundred f**in hatiains come and cut your throat I still touch the dough n***as my ears to the street I got n***as from your own hood workin for me You got ya hand out Can't even bail your man out Real know real cuz the b**h n***as stand out Nobody gonna miss you when the dessert eagle hits you Just do like pac said pour out a little liquor Picture gettin your chest blown open and no one there to save ya You momma gotta wake up makin funeral arrangements You kno who to play with and we ain't the ones This G-unit sh** is deeper than a prick in your thumb motha f**as [50 talking:] Yeah I wanna take the time out to apologize to all yall n***as That put out records this year and didn't sell no records I'm so sorry Hahaha oh man I don't even know how to explain it pimp you can't get dat money when I'm around haha I don't say sh** all I did was swith my hustle muh'f**a