Lyrics:
the cool bus pass I'm a Christian
So I'm living by that G-code that's God over dollars over gualla Mi cmigo I can't even call it I just throw it like
(Chorus- Banks)
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat)
(50 Cent-between Banks)
G-Unit nigga that's what's up
as the street lights
G-Unit nigga
{*random shout outs*}
(50 cent and G-Unit)
We can't get Money selling weed...WE GON SELL COKE
Ain't no money sellin'
Yea
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
Yea
Niggas salute me
Uh huh
We takin over this shit
(50 Cent)
Yo
G Unit
G Unit soldiers
(gun cocks)
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, be
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] see, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett]
places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if
[ Intro - 50 Cent talking ]
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT (UNIT, haha), yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
And Lloyd Banks (BANKS), and Tony Yayo (YAYO), nigga,
Louis Vuitton minks, belts, bags and coats
Homie we enrich, your bitch a rug rat
That's why my waves spinnin' in that G-Unit hat
This is 50 Cent
Homie we enrich your bitch or hood rat
That's why my waves spinnin' in that G-Unit hat
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around
Yeah, I promise to keep it G and live by the code
R.I.P. to my niggas, God bless they soul
Niggas be switchin' colors like a Morse code (yeah)
I swear
Bruder, sag ma' ehrlich, wer will keinen dicken Benz?
Veysel schreibt die Hooks besser als 50 Cent
Bruder, sag ma' ehrlich, wer will keinen dicken
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
Yeah
It's Shady, ha ha (woo)
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (ha ha)
Here we go again
Yeah (what? Huh-huh, ha ha)
Does it make you mad when I
[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
Nigga, hahaha (oh)
Yeah (yeah)
Here we go again (it's Shady, haha)
Shady Records mixtape (50 Cent)
The Invasion (G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit)
Part Two
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah
Nuttin' crazy, little som' som'
Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio
I sit and twist the lye just to get high
Niggas is
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your
homey got shit locked
Public Enemy #1, Flavor Flav with a wristwatch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin the six-fo'
50 Cent
you're bitch a rug rat
Thats why my waves spinnin'
In that G-Unit hat
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy
Drunk
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT
(UNIT, haha) , yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
And Lloyd Banks
(BANKS) , and Tony Yayo (YAYO)
Nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
You
a million
Then get bout a billion, fuck how you feelin', the city is my mine you a fuckin' civilian
Live by the street code, was raised by the G code
Don't
, I’m feelin’ like a hero
Surrounded by the zeros, she knows, I’m checking out her G-stro
They never liked me coz I was effin’ with the thugs
50 Cent gave
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