This is a song about "Atlanta g"

You, you, you have to pay for that

G-unit would make of it!

Go and diss me you're history missing g

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

I murder emcees from cali to atlanta,

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Say you could tell us all about it, no you couldn’t g,

With a fronted silent g.

My lady, my baby

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

Now that am no longer b i g

But they can't do nothing to a g/

I got bigger problems baby

Trying to be a cool g

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby