Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks..
Young Buck... G G G G G-Unit!
Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home
I come to brake your bones Americas nightmare
we at it again A desert eagle and a black mack
10 And neva know what happend When we come
through them cowards dont want none They
screamin at they murderas but walkin' with no
guns Come with me but dont run and die where
your standin' See im holdin' on this cannon
and your life i'm demandin' Put the pipe to
your melon and your brains on the
pavement These niggaz is talkin' think that
security gon save them Nobody gon speak when
homicide pay a visit Look you right in the
eyes and yell ya "we don't know who did
it" Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at
the police The feins up all night and the
neighbours gettin' no sleep You betta get used
to it you know how we do it Shady Aftermath
Interscope and G-Unit.
[Chorus]
We
got action when you don't Show are places when
you won't G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G,
G-Unit
[50 Cent]
Now I told ya'll
on my first Dre joint I am Loco Betta than
soso the games in the choke hold Disney's is a
nono I perfected the slow flow In D.C. they
dance the gogo In L.A.they ride on
lolo's G-Unit in the house, oh no You ain't
ready it's heavy 65 chevy Old school rollin'
im holdin' 20 inches spinnin' from the
beginnin' we winnin' Gain's his masculinity
pimpin' we not pretendin' Drop top glock cock
ready for the drama Pistol's pop cop shot i'm
heavy with them laama's Non-sop make it hot we
the top regardless You can be the
hardest We'll just be the smartest I warn
you not to start us We're not you average
artist's My bitch is like a goddess When
paparazzi spot us Cause flick after flick same
ol' shit that I kick,
haha!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd
Banks]
Guess who's back mothafucker gun in
the clip Ready to smack up on these suckas
that's runnin' they lip You can try any one of
my shoes on none of em fit Your hundreds are
shorter I'll your pops his son is a
daughter All I need is some cigars and quarter
a couple cars and a lawyer Kinda packin' a
bitch and i'll be back with a hit I'm that
sick, Who the hell you thought it was I got
expensive habits I can't afford it
cause G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all
the clubs Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as
someone is gooshin' surpise She's givin' up
the buns on her cushion Sweatin' and screamin'
suckin' me off the rest of the evenin' And i'm
leavin', on to the next city Stashbox in the
bus to I can bring the tex with me I gotta go
cause i'm gettin' over you niggas ain't
over G-U-NIT
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