Lyrics:
Young Buck:
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon
G-Unit In This Bitch, G-Unit In This Bitch
The Dirty, Dirty
Show 'Em How The South Do
Young Buck:
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon
G-Unit In This Bitch, G-Unit In This Bitch
The Dirty, Dirty
Show 'Em How The South Do
Young Buck:
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon
G-Unit In This Bitch, G-Unit In This Bitch
The Dirty, Dirty
Show 'Em How The South Do
[Young Buck]
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner see'mon
G-Unit In This Bitch, G-Unit In This Bitch
The Dirty, Dirty
Show 'Em How The South Do
Young Buck:
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon
G-Unit In This Bitch, G-Unit In This Bitch
The Dirty, Dirty
Show 'Em How The South Do
Thirty two a unit, that’s exotic, yeah, we taxin’
Smokin on a plane in the clouds like a Jet Blue
Checkin’ all the bags like it’s Hartsfield-Jackson
down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
Nigga ain't nuttin change
You move I'll blow your brains
[Lloyd Banks] + (50 Cent IN CAPS)
These
down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
Nigga ain't nuttin change
You move I'll blow your brains
[Lloyd Banks] + (50 Cent IN CAPS)
These
on the block where it's scorchin' hot
If you get caught in the crossfire they have to throw you off the block
I get 'dro by the pickle jar
These broke niggas
Remix,
We gotta lotta money,
Come on we didn't have to hurt em' like
Dis 50, well anyway, g-unit!
I got money in the bank (yea)
Shawty what
They claim that I took it forward
Now get your hands on
My motherfuckin' cookie jar
Peace to my nigga DJ Quick, Jaba Felony
Game and Western Union
Stiu oameni care s-au iubit,
Distanța i-a unit mai tare
Și tu-mi spui
Că nu ai mai avut răbdare?
Știu oameni care s-au iubit,
Când unul a plecat
sausage for my liver
Sellin units out the trunk of my car
And just think, I started with a pickle jar
From a sixteenth of yowder to a quarter kick
What up? Ya'll know who it is
G Unit South in this motherfucker
And you know I don't really dance much
But i'm a sit here and
Smoke my motherfuckin'
Control the Jeep
That's for the slow creep
Fuckin' pussy smells like old meat
It's me
Heema the highest human, flyest cumin in my unit
I (?),
alone like a unit attack
Only true to the facts, I love the run the racket
I would say I'm the champ, but I'm the only one in the bracket
Tack, stick it
incandescence of a torturous strip of magnetic humming in hot silence
From the air conditioning unit down the aisle from where you sit
It's positively electric
penny tip jar donation
Been arranged, made by the farfetch from stability
Took a heart pledge early on
Bled onto the drum doser
Plow in the metronome,
and heroin
Before I go back to jail I'm squeezin mayne
Look! The television caters to pop
Not violent hit's (yeah)
The Unit ain't fall off it's all politics
tongue in a pickle jar
So here's a quick freestyle to my target:
My core audience, *fuck* the rest of the market!
'Cause I spark it, styles I loan shark
bikies trashed me car
And I still didn't get to drink me fuckin beer
Fuck
Now me units looking wears for wear
And I'm picking glass out of me hair
So I
a buster
He grew up looking up to me, I never been a sucker
I tell him get the money but never fold for nothin'
Drug Unit, NC
IS, been under investigation
and the music cranking in the unit beside me
And my cat is napping on my lap and I'm yawning
Should a 25 year old life be so boring
There's no use in knocking,
dead faces
Back ten paces, I left half my marbles
In bars full of glass jars, clasped in my carpals
Startled by light, like a rabbit in a seizure
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