Lyrics:
I said I'm the best and I'm dope as hell
When they mention my name and it ring a bell
Moving like units in prison cells
Discovered the best of my
to count
Lay me down buried in doubt
Unit cell sign out in time
Displayed in sight sought out replacement
Fuck with no brain anesthetic
At the mat
Professor Sterling Vanderbilt, back again, to take you inside science.
Cells are the basic unit of life, and they perform a wide variety
get up
Humanoids get up
Humanoids get up
Humanoids get up
Drainage in cell one carbon unit down
Too bad, too bad
Want to take it's place sustain
nothing but death growing up so I became a living martyr.
Scars from parental units.
My cell block was often quiet.
Silence.
Yet my heart was in the hole
ensemble pour faire d'la merde
Comme Goku et Gohan s'sont unit contre Cell
Si t'as pas la réf c'est qu't'es pas un alchimiste
J'escalade ses jambes j'grimpe
Never realized the precious time them bitch niggas is wastin'
Institutionalize, my bitches bring me product by the bundles
Hustle hard from a cell
eating that night now
The real niggaz gettin seconds on the unit
In my cell had stacks of jack macs and tuna
Poppy was the chef nigga never went hungry
Cus
an hour (two thousands miles an hour)
Three good auxiliary power units, three good fuel cells, three good main engines
Ten seconds away from summit-rocket
and brainwash
And squash your little minds with rhymes
Rhymes that are rituals
So I say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock to spark brain cells
Not to sell
unit
Progeny and Inseminators
To the cells
Incubators to the lab
driving too fast
In the Buick
Now I'm getting too drunk
I'm too human
Now I'm out on the street
I might lose it
Now the neighbors
They calling the unit
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
50 Cent, nigga (Uh, huh) , Tony Yayo (yeah)
Whoo Kid (Is this what you want?)
Yeah, and you don't stop
I do a one-eight-seven
Attention all units, attention all units
We have an all-points bulletin out on a man with green hair
I repeat, we have an APB on a man with green
G-Unit numbers
Even rich niggas slip in the slumber
Shit happens but believe I'm back blastin a number
This is not a life that we in, this is hell
worked on every cell block
Now, things're goin' good
But then they transferred me to Ellis Unit One
Swing low
Swing low
Swing low and carry me home
[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]
I ain’t hiding from killers it’s only bullets man send you
I flooded glen parva every jail that I went to
Unit 12 me and Ellz everyday getting pad
Me and my girl we stick like gel
She is so perfect reminds me of cell
This not Prada yeah this Chanel
Stacking this money like it is Pell
You on my
clentele)
Contagous tha MC, ill it in sickle-cell
(The mic is contacted I attract clentele)
Pronoun'll lock it down so MC's can't post bail
(The mic is
mind, open wide
'Cause all this fame, I earned it, I might as well use it
Private elevator goin' straight to my unit
All my niggas 'round me, gettin'
I'm finna make you feel my pain just like nobody doing
They hit my dawg up with them slugs he in a trauma unit
Pops showed me what not to do ain't
never been stagnant I'm so used to moving units
I'm so used to making sales I got a sales gig
Everything legal Still they question why my mail lit
I ain't
Which way is worse? Burn to death or freeze?
Hot's when you sellin' unit's
Strictly word of mouth
We from the bottom of Cali
That's why the birds fly
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