Lyrics:
Motherfucka'
[Chorus]
Yeah
Motherfucka'
I'm here, yeah
Lloyd banks
G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!
Money by any means, nigga
thing that calm us down is more dollars
We need NBA cash, the yachts, the labs
The Porsche, Ferrari, the Hummer, you mad?
AK-90, the sigs, the macs
pop
Go straight back down your throat
Everyday all day, this be the hard way
Putting rappers out of commission even
On an off day flavor Unit rules, G
How we feel for me (ain't no God to calm me down now, how I'm feelin')
To be all alone (shoot)
All alone (now fuck that shit, that's how I'm feelin')
and drizzy
Cause i really love my lady and i really get busy
Down to get silly, riding like the g unit w me
Back in 02-03, keeping it gritty
It’s a crack in
Cool den we blast
Lost a few G's on my path
Went from a couple of G's
To wholass new bag
Love my OG
Dropped a few G's in her hand
And I Told her don't
hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man
Shit that's her"
She roll with them G Unit niggas
That's what's up
Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up
Take
To arrive at totality: everything must be
broken down, recomposed and accounted for.
The smallest units for totality which
we are given by the sacrificial
niggas ain't fuckin' payin' attention
They not seen what df is goin' on
It's a movement nigga, G-Unit South!
Git wit' it or live wit' out nigga!!
You know
[Intro]
Nigga, G-Unit Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap shit
Could have a nigga beefin' wit his own homebois, ya'know?
Shit fucked up, but dis how
the grain, game at my finger tips
Yeah, Killah Hill lay it down
Killa Beez on the swarm
Nigga
Aiyo, I plow down tracks like I'm out for revenge
Fuck
don't take a battery to
Turn you into a casualty
Don't take a astron out the squeeze
Leave a New York weather for a tropic breeze
He's all about G's, G's
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
to where the beats be fat
Swoon units by the pound and they natural black
Without a doubt, this is the place to be
I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren
that the real G don’t need
Small girl calm down down down
The big girls arounda
We no dey make noise o we no dey loud am ooo
Calm down down down
The big
is
I swear that's the youth with glasses
There's no sun son, lose the glasses
Leave the attitude
But I'm mad at you
Then try and calm it down
You need
Calm down
[Rip]
Who you telling to calm down nigga, I'm a ripper remember?
I told you not to do "Gone Til November."
But you wouldn't listen. I always
can't mind dyin', where I'm from, I live by the iron
On the block of Valence and Magnolia, it's hard times
(Hook [B.G.])
I be loaded, thinkin' of Range
cheek
The pop community, I mean these bitches come with uni fee
And I walk through with ease, moving units through consumer streets
Then my shoe
I'm down by law this style ya never saw
I give em jus' a little then watch em fiend for more
Yea they want more they hot and they want more
They love
raw
Me I'm so ghetto, I'm oh so hardcore
I'm down by law, this style ya never saw
I give 'em just a little then watch 'em fiend for more
Yeah, they want
keep it on me
(Call me a Florida boy)
Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely
(Call me a Florida boy)
See I ain't really finna have remorse for ya
the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit
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