's underneath that apple suckling tree, oh yeah Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah That's underneath that tree There's gonna be just you and me Underneath that apple
I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star To pray on, or wish on, or something like that I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy Whose
Cheerios, apple jacks, cheerios Did you know froot loops fit in your nose I may be just a simple guy But just the thought of corn flakes makes me high
G-Unit Uh, a one two, a one two Uh, a one two, a one two Yeah Uh, a one two, a one two Excuse me miss, you must be some kind of a model Enough to make
's an apple tree There'll be apple pie As long as there's a you and me Love can never die As long as there's an apple tree There'll be apple pie
you're oh so sweet inside... i love when you call and say you're just saying goodnight my apple goodnight, my apple, goodnight my apple, goodnight my apple
't explain why it's a sin the state I'm living in I just feel so tired I go outside My mouth is full, your heart is an apple My mouth is full, my heart is an apple
Yeah, G-Unit Yeah, ey, ey I think I gotta' have it And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet I'm goin' with this kinda music Puts me right back on the
I smoke I put 'em down them dope I'm real scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop A prodigal wave thing that make the apple rot This apple jacks
Money, money, money, money Cake I need the cake nigga The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack Spida got the
I'm back, nigga I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules But I could make you move Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Hands up, shorty when you party with me We goin' way past
Yeah, ooh You n****s know what time it is? It's time for that gangsta s*** We ain't got s*** to live for You either headed for the pen Or you're on your
Yeah, I'm back They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman I ain't your friend boy, I'll f*** your wife man Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Uh, I'm doin' my thang, G-Unit's my gang Ma, I gotta get mine, all the day all the time N****, you know how we roll, twenty three's twenty four's I'm
Yeah, niggaz it's 2006 And I'm back in this bitch G-Unit When I come through I'm comfortable 49's 45's a pump or two We don't permit outsiders amongst
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and don't care about court You take
Uh, uh, yeah Ay, I'm focused now, they notice now Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down But you ain't got to worry 'cause we run this town
