-aJay- (G-Unit_Source) все записи автора [50 Cent]
Yeah, I like the way this feel
This make me wanna just (G-G-G-G, G-Unit!)
Buck somethin, hahaha (G-UNIT!)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
An eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

[50] Get 'em Banks!

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks - singing]
They can't hold me
I'm Lloyd Banks the one and on-ly
Not your buddy, not your pal, not your ho-mey
But ain't a government around that can control me
Oh no!!!
[rapping]
Uhh, I'm on that "Doggystyle" shit, man I don't love a hoe
Poppa wasn't 'round, so I had to let my brother know
Never stay at center, play the back and let your money grow
Most them niggaz wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo
Southside Jamaica neighbor yeah that's where I come from
If you see a nigga with me then there's more than one gun
Fly straight soldier, ain'tcha tired of bein the dumb one
Or are you satisfied bein another nigga's Dun-Dunn
We all know friendships turnin sour when you gettin it
Some niggaz hate me in the hood, but I don't owe them niggaz shit
Smilin all up my face like I don't know them niggaz sick
But I can care less, I'm on the Island and I'm gettin rich

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Young Buck]
Walk it and talk it, spit it how I live it nigga
Came from the country, Dirty South get it nigga
Feds try and question me, they run up in my ho-tel
They said there was a shootin, but they found no shells
New York City hell they throwin niggaz under jails
I got love for dem and I ain't even from dere
Now bust a shot for dem boys on da block
I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game nigga
There's somethin bout the sound of a trey-pound
That make me pull up, hop out, and make a nigga lay down
See every time we 'round, you hear some shots go off
And niggaz get they chains snatched when they tryin to show off
Shootouts in broad day, we do it the mob way
And come to find out, these niggaz softer than Sade'
I'ma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm
And a wrist full of ice, you can call me a Don motherfucker
[Interlude: singing]
We got the Hei-ny
So make one wrong move and you're dy-ing
Ain't no time for coppin a plea and cry-ing
Cause my niggaz ain't gon' stop ridin'
So you gone

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
I got a handgun habit, nigga front I'll let you have it
When the shots go off, cops sayin 50 back at it
I'm allergic to the feathers on these bird-ass niggaz (yea)
Front and I'll put your brains on that curb fast nigga
I ain't a marksman, one spark and I spray shit
Nuff rounds from that H-K, I don't play bitch (uh-huh)
Move like I'm militant, back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggaz can't move me (yea)
I squeeze 'til I run out of ammo, if it's a problem it's handled
I have your people pourin our liquor and lightin candles
You fuck around I blow your brains on my New York Times
Run home, turn to the sports section and read your mind
It's crystal clear, you should feel when that gat bust
First there's crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse
We don't go to funerals, but we'll go to your wake fam
Do your body all banged up, you made a mistake man

[Chorus]

-aJay- (G-Unit_Source) все записи автора "Walk with meeeee..."
[Young Buck] Ay if you hear me out there
"Walk with meeeee..."
[Young Buck] I get down on my knees every night and say
"Walk with meeeee..."
[Young Buck] Hahahaha, yeah
"Walk with meeeee..."
[Young Buck] I'm goin to war, I'm goin to WAR!

[Verse One: Young Buck]
You never know when death's comin, all you hear is gunshots
Lil' kids get to runnin, old ladies get off the block
When the poppin the truck music comes to a stop
Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked
Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street
People act like they don't know who did it, but they notice me
Every day's a death threat, but I ain't dead yet
So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set
Don't know where I slept at, just know where my tec at
It's the first of the month, my bitch ain't got her check yet
Juvie left me in California, I don't respect that
I love him too much to beef, so I'ma accept that
But I'ma just step back, and focus on Buck
Tired of ridin in yours, I'm bout to buy my own truck
Got to try my own luck, "Get Rich or Die Tryin'"
It's G-Unit 'til I'm gone, Lord knows I ain't lyin niggaz

[Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X]
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 fan
God don't walk with me, he carry me man

[Verse Two: Young Buck]
You don't know what I been through to get what I done got
If you looked through a scope, you couldn't hit what I done shot
Couldn't flip what I done copped, couldn't tip what I done topped
I 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 fuckin wit
I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Beeza
Your baby momma want me, I don't want that skeeza
She's scratched my Beema, but I ain't seen-her
When I catch the bitch, I'ma gangsta lean-her - WHOA
We be playin in them videos, with them pretty hoes
Cash bucks and the key bitches and New York City hoes
They learned it from Lil' Kim to let they titties show
I'm the King of the South, this is how it really goes
Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze
As long as the check come, then FUCK the award shows
You know me nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Young Buck]
Half of these kids never read the Bibles
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 havin money
I went bought her a house, but she told me she ain't want it
(What?) Right then I understood that the hood's in my blood
So I hollered CASH REAL, lettin 'em know where I'm from
Niggaz 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 targettin artists
Wait 'til the bullets start hoppin out the cartridge
I come to get it poppin, pray to God the news watchin
So when they see 'em snitch niggaz'll know who got 'em
We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop
And kill or be killed is the attitude I got nigga

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
I know you prayin I get killed nigga
He who fears death is in denial
50 told you niggaz, Young Buck showed you niggaz
Banks! FREE YAYO!
And tell the bitch ass niggaz put they vest on
I'M HERE NOW!

-aJay- (G-Unit_Source) все записи автора [50 Cent]
I, know, you, know
I'm, on, fiiiii-re

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here niggaz'll do anything to reach a buck
Cause when you broke you can't afford to fuck ya sneakers up
I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
Learn how to seperate the real from the fake ones
And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on
My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone
From now on I can provide cause my paper's straight
Family losin his legs, but I can take the weight
Some niggaz hate but I'll be damned if they hold me down
Front niggaz didn't know me then, bet they know me now
Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown
Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down
While I'm in the world, tryin to bring my loot through
Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Young Buck]
Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some niggaz hate me, but they only made me
Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby (bling bling!)
G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats
Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks
This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this
Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler
Plus I probably done robbed mo' artists than Russell
Always in trouble, you can blame my mother
Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle
I ain't crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds
Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb
Keep my hand on my glock, and my ear to the streets
I'm a country boi, you can hear it when I speak
G-Unit!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is understood
I made a nigga heart colder than December (yeah!)
Don't take much to make my gun go off
One shot'll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!)
If you don't know you betta ask who I be
Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV
Down in the Lou', they say they feelin me derrty
In New Orleans they say I'm that nigga, ya heard me?
From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don't front
You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up
Rollin that weed up
Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we're on that same bullshit
Same forty-cally glock, same full clip
Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me

[Chorus]

-aJay- (G-Unit_Source) все записи автора [Intro]
Ive been so many places
Ive seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that ive done fucked before
Ive been around the world
Ive meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour

[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) Im rich bitch
(Youve done heard of my name) 50 cent bitch
(Ima p.i.m.p) Ima pimp bitch
(You done heard about me) Coz im the shit bitch
Now things change at first they didnt want me now they want me
See a nigga gettin payed they wanna push up on me
You see these hoes chasing a nigga
Have em in a hotel casing a nigga
Treat me like a lollypop like me baby
Then lick Dr Dre and Shady

[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love

[Tony Yayo]
Sometimes i rhyme slow sometimes i rhyme quick
Thats the reason these groupies is on my dick
Listen young and old these hoes is loose
Wintertimes the staircase summertimes the roof
Gimme 8 days in the 8th hommie im straight
Have a church girl on the bus move an wait
I got birds backstage the serious eye candy
I got birds in the hood so im in to birds with mary
My writing methods got me more hoes than tice and betha
Icy necklace on the tour bus ass naked here staright jump
Bitch say how high and flag down a car when the shit drive by
Im a pimp like preety tone i got the info on the preety chrome
Fuicking hoes over fifty four my name here weight you barely no
You on that R Kelly shit your bitch is barely grown

[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love

GGGGG GGGGG G-unit

[Lloyd Banks]
Is shorty aint feelin me shorty must like girls
Coz im only eatin your whirl
Bitch I can make you famous u dont know what your missin
I can change your mind if you listen
If the bitch dont like me the bitch must dont like men (like men)
I say what I want coz I can
If I didnt id be a liar
Mommy im on fire
Come ride with a rider
The crowd say you might catch the king with a singer
For touching my doorbells the only way ill put a ring on your finger
Give me a convo with two cups an
Im in your bedroom fucking up your sheets like the ku klux klan
I shook hands wiv my fans and fuck em
Im in the hallways tryin to duck em
So i can climb in to somethin
My names B-A-N-K dollar sign bitch
Im a bigme to make that switch
Now come gimmie that

[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love

(Groupie love I love that shit)

[Outro]
Groupies come and groupies go
And they are allways at our show
So I garb me the tightest one and purseed straight to the mall
Shes so excited thats shes here with me that she feels she should pay here fee
And I did not disagree so she droped down to her knees

[X3]
Groupie love
Yeah

-aJay- (G-Unit_Source) все записи автора [Chorus]

I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you , crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you , crazy

[Young Buck]

Im lovin' how you look in my eyes
Swingin' them hips when you pass
I'm visualizing my name tatooed on that ass baby
Jump on this Harley
Lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley
Sip some Bacardi
Then go pull up at the afterparty
I think we make a perfect couple
But you think I'm trouble
Maybe thats the reason you gave me the wrong number
She got me feeling like "maybe she the wrong woman"
Think im'a be chasin' the chicken head you own somethin'
Your toes painted half fixed all the time
And your Gucci boots the same color as mine
If you read between the lines you can see that I want you
I betcha I have you doin' what you said that you won't do
Making decisions shorty good things don't last long
Your girlfriend keep showin' me that thong
Before I head home
Im'a stop at your house and blow the horn
If you come outside you know it's on

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]

Bitches be frustrated with the baller
Wonder why I don't call her
Maybe because I'm busy and she needs someone to spoil her
It gets annoying from time to time I gotta ignore her
In order to let her know we'll be friends and nothing more
She loves it when I'm in town
Hate it when I'm not around
I get her and wear down
Next door neighboors hear the sound
Pictures hittin' the ground
Just enough to hold us down
I'm stickin' n' moving cruising after the third round
Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy
I can make a 40 year old feel like a young lady
I admit I fell in love with a frame
And to make her feel special I let her call me by my government name
Her panties wet over fame
Fall in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer would she remain
Surrounding me hounding me trying to be my only
I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie.

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

(Yeah) What would fuck me up more
Watching her lick her lips
Or watching her walk she hypnotize me with her hips (yeah) man
I sweet talking her if she like
Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right right
Look I'm legit now used to break laws
Now you can reap the benefit of world tours
Big house big Benz girl it yours
Mink coats Italian shoes stones with no flaws
You ain't go to look like a model for me to adore you
All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
Don't Indulge in my past fuck what happened before you
Cause their be some honies gonna hate you that never saw you
Come here let my touch on you I let you touch on me
Put my tounge on you you put your tounge on me
Let me ride on you and you can ride on
We can do it all the night
We can have a balla night

[Chorus]

I wanna be your lawyer
I really wanna defend you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply gonna try you, crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply gonna try you, crazy

I wanna be your lover
I really need to stand you, baby
I wannt be your lover
I really need to stand you, baby, baby, baby, baby.

-aJay- (G-Unit_Source) все записи автора [50 Cent]
I'll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up
My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz
I'll teach you how to stunt
Nigga you can't see me
My bently GT got smoke-gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans
I'll teach you how to stunt

[50 Cent]
Seven series BM, Six series benz
Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims
All on one wheel when I'm on one of them
Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that's him
They say I've changed man, I'm getting paper, I'm flashy
They like me better when I'm fucked up and ashy
My royalty check's the rebirth of Liberace
Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me
And I don't really care if it's platinum or white gold
As long as the VS bling, look at that light show
In the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look white yo
Just can't believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
I'm fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low
Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga
Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rappin
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum
Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one
On point, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking
So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in
Yeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
I'm fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers
When it comes to stuntin' theres nothing you can teach us
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us
Naww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
Come with me out front, I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT

[Chorus]

[Young Buc]
Chain so icy, you don't have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed is the numbers on the range
I bought me an old school and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My sprewell's spinning man, I'm doing my thing
And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is getting old
The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold
G-Unit homie, actin' like yall don't know
Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors lift up on a car before
Don't be mad at me dog, that's all I know
That's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go

[Chorus]

-aJay- (G-Unit_Source) все записи автора Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Little Tyrone Toddy gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down
His momma think it's my fault cause he listen to back down
Bobby was a fucking bum he pumpin' ??? now
He keeps her fresh chicks white T's and fitted hats now
Uncle Rock-a-whiner we wont put the yack down
Erica the jump shop but he's smoking crack now
The Lunatics the Lost Boys cheap shit is wack now
Country boots shrowden crackers got him on his back now
And Sean runnin' round with his gat now
Up in niggaz cribs sayin' where that money at pound
And Saundra from BK I seen her out in Houston
That bitch travel the world she runnin' round boostin'
And Toya got these bad ass kids they a nusince
Their baby daddy's never come around they useless
Everynow and then I come through on some new shit
Pearly white six and some chrome deuce deuce.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am.
So love me for being me.

I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am.
So love me for being me.

[50 Cent]

Now Im'a six man momma told me god don't like ugly
I fell scraped my face and thought god must don't love me
So Owen every morning before he sell dope
Niggaz keep whoopin' that ass cause he sell soap.
Charlie be beggin' all the time he stay broke
Flip be down on 109 rollin' up smoke
Chamie he a thief catch a stunt in a stolen car
He that nigga that you call when you crash and need new parts
They say they love me because I rap now but they don't like me
I've been locked up 3 times and they ain't write me
Stevey a pump fucker with Shanqua get mean quick
Pop shots at you he sure must suck a mean dick
The blocks hot D's jump out on us almost all the time
They watch us from the building but niggaz still be on the grime
Wade used to call the cops and tell them G had a nine
Till G put that gunin down that ??

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

-aJay- (G-Unit_Source) все записи автора My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend

[Lloyd Banks]

Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on
They ride with me when I'm past the mall
Don't wait for me on the bench when I'm running a game of basketball
One sqeeze will make a bastard fall
Gasp and crall
You need a bulletproof vest mask and all
Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?)
Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside of my home
He ain't never been broke he glitchless
So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infared beam in the scope for distance
The best company wouldn't proach in business
He who ride with me to the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off
Like Tommy did the cops had the block all locked off
Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can
My finger tips sore for four hours I backround
She meet him his destination hell or heaven
Cause I only bring em out for that 187
He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shells
He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bell
Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me
They came I ran I had to toss my Uncle little homie
Niggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid
I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base heads
These niggaz sayin' doley just like they pretend
Keep fuckin' around they gon say hello to my little friend.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

[Young Buc]

We been through it all yet we both still livin'
We been in a box but we both still spittin'
And when there was beef you even played your position
Got under the seat until we spotted our victim
At first they wouldn't listen to they heard you go off
Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York
And little did they know we was ready for war
Bet that nigga wished he'd never stick his head out the door
See whenever you come out something happen on the block
You the reason that nigga done stop rappin' like Pac
People see you ain't run and you even say shit
They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit
Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole
When the first one get out the next one go
To know where your headed you gotta know where you been
The glock stay with me we friends till the end.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

-aJay- (G-Unit_Source) все записи автора [Hook X2]
[50 Cent]
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew (Nigga what)
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin? them thangs

[50 Cent]
After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out.
I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout
Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaks
You see back in the hood it?s cuz I see they fake
I preach a sermon about the paper like I?m cut flow a dollar
I?ll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar
I?m confused; I like Megan, Monica, and Mya.
Missy?s freaky and Brandy?s shy, uh
Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up.
I?m on now, god damn it I done came up.
Now you could find me with the finest hoes.
Choosin? which whip to drive by what match my clothes.
I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man
If I ain?t gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man
Get outta line and I?m lightin? your ass up.
Semi-automatic spray, I?ll tighten your ass up (What)

[Hooks X2]

[Lloyd Banks]
Slow down little nigga
Don?t exceed your speed
Cuz I will put g's on they fitted like the Negro league
I got connects so I don?t need no weed
I?ve been in LA for a year now
So I don?t see no seeds
After I?m done you clappin? the crew
Hell yeah, I fuck fans
Guess what your favorite rapper does too
In a minute I?ma have the Jew to makin? my rims spin
My crew run wild at the Jamaica?s at Kingston
Nothin? but bling bling in ya face boy
That?s why my knicks shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore
I done find a nympho as soon as I pop a bra
She had my balls head first just like a soccer star
You can only stand next to the man if you proper
Ya'll take care of birds like a animal doctor
Been out and I?m buzzin? niggas just slept on me
So I?m out for revenge like one of bin laden's cousins

[Young Buc]
Read the paper, look at the news
We one the front page
Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage
The ice and the Jacob watch make a broke nigga take somethin?
So I gotta keep the four fifth with no safety button
G-Unit getting? money
I know some artists is starvin?
But play the game like they rich to me this shit funny
I know you see me comin?
Cuz on the front of the Maybach
It say payback for those who hated on me
I hate when niggas claim they bangin? a gang
You ain't no crip like snoop
You ain't no blood like gang
See I've been having beef
I have my own bullet proof vest
Most of my enemies dead I got about two left
Until my last breath I?m sendin? niggas bullet holes
Innocent bystanders get hit tryin? to be heroes
You know how we roll
Every where that we go
It?s fo? fos?, calicos, and desert eagles (yeah)

[Hook X2]

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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

[Chorus]

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