[50 Cent] 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 im 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 dont 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 dont Show are places when you wont G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit [50 Cent] Now I told yall on my first Dre joint I am Loco Betta than soso the games in the choke hold Disneys is a nono I perfected the slow flow In D.C. they dance the gogo In L.A.they ride on lolos G-Unit in the house, oh no You aint ready its heavy 65 chevy Old school rollin im holdin 20 inches spinnin from the beginnin we winnin Gains his masculinity pimpin we not pretendin Drop top glock cock ready for the drama Pistols pop cop shot im heavy with them laamas Non-sop make it hot we the top regardless You can be the hardest Well just be the smartest I warn you not to start us Were not you average artists 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 whos back mothafucker gun in the clip Ready to smack up on these suckas thats runnin they lip You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit Your hundreds are shorter Ill 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 ill be back with a hit Im that sick, Who the hell you thought it was I got expensive habits I cant afford it cause G-Unit is poppin and we performin all the clubs Niggas be shovin and pushin as someone is gooshin surpise Shes givin up the buns on her cushion Sweatin and screamin suckin me off the rest of the evenin And im leavin, on to the next city Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me I gotta go cause im gettin over you niggas aint over G-U-NIT [Chorus]
Artist: G-Unit
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