G-Unit – Footprints

Footprints is another melodious and mind calming hip hop and rap single vomiting from a well-known music group, G-Unit.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 09 on their top charting album project called “Beg For Mercy” was officially released on 14 November 2003.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

Walk with me

Hey if you hear me out there

I get down on my knees every night and pray

I’m going to war

I’m going to war

You never know when deaths coming all you hear is gunshots

Little kids get to running

Old ladys get off the block

When the pops hit the truck music comes to a stop

Niggas get on the floor with their front doors locked

Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street

People act like they don’t know who did it but they know its me

Every days a death threat but I ain’t dead yet

So I go put a whole in the nigga from the next sac

Don’t know where I slept at just know where my check at

Its the first of the month

My bitch ain’t got her check yet

Juve left me in California I don’t respect that

I love him to much to beef so I’ma except that

But I’ma just step back

And focus on buck

I’m tired of riding in yours I’m bout to buy my own truck

Gotta try my own luck

Get rich or die trying

Its g-unit till I’m gone

Lord knows I ain’t lying nigga

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand

Then there was one set of footprints in the sand

When times get hard and shit hits the fam

God don’t walk with me he carry me man

You don’t know what I been through

To get what I done got

If you look through a scope

You couldn’t hit what I done shot

Couldn’t flip what I done copped

Couldn’t dip what I done topped

To Murder you all talk

Like a clip without a glock

When you holla g-unit on some other shit

You need to do the research and see who you fucking with

I smoke all ya weed up

Go run up ya visa

Ya baby momma want me

I don’t want that skeezer

She scratched my bima

But I ain’t Seen her

When I catch the bitch

I’ma gangsta lean her

Whoa!

We be playing in those videos

With them pretty hoes

Cashville Tennekey keep bitches from New York City Hoes

They learned it from lil’ kim to let their Titties

Show

I’m the king of the south

This is how it really go

Lord knows I keep all my jewels froze

As long as the check come then fuck the award shows you know me nigga

Half of these kids never read the bible

But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do

The reason they fucked up they all been lied to

I know what It feels like

When a nigga misguide you

My momma stay in the projects

And I been having money

I went bought her a house

But she told me she ain’t want it

Right then I understood that the hoods in my blood

So I holla Cashville Let them know where I’m from

Niggas know I got a gun

When I come to the club

And If It go down you better tell your people to Duck

Why should I slow down

I just got started targeting artists

Wait till the bullets start hopping

Out the closets

I come to get it popping

I pray to god the news watching

So when they see him his niggas will know who got him

We came from the bottom to the top

From hoopties to a drop

Killer be killed

Is the attitude I got nigga

I know you praying I get killed nigga

He who fears death is in denial

50 told you niggas

Young-buck showed you niggas

Banks!

Free Yayo!

And tell them bitch as niggas put they vest on

I’m hear now!