Lyrics:
Yeah! G-Unit man!
50 Cent man! What? Uh huh!
Yeah! Yo! Whooooo! Whoooooo!
When the street lights go on
- the wolves come out
Stick-up kids they know
to act like you don't know where we be neither, nigga
We in the club all the time, nigga, it's a problem, pop off, nigga
G-Unit
do,
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay (50 Cent!)
Look bitch, he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
this motherfucker!
Uh!
G-Unit in the motherfuckin' house
50!
Banks!
Buck!
and Dame
Niggas don’t know I stay flexin’ on ya dame
And that bitch gave me the ass
She gave me the brain
Until 50 cent run up and take your chain
He ain’t
Trapped inside my head, like a bomb I'm tryna defuse it
Recycled thoughts I reuse it, 50 cent like g unit
Posted wit the gang, heavily acclaimed, we all
to act like you don't know where we be neither, nigga
We in the club all the time, nigga, it's a problem, pop off, nigga
G-Unit
Tryna get 50 cents to me
Stupid I turn into G Unit
Make em beg for mercy
Fuck juice, get a keg I'm thirsty
Walk in the VMA's while your mans rehearsing
I
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
Bitch niggaz do bitch thangs
Look at 50 what he does
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want beef
Fuck it take it to the streets
y'all niggas gon chill
Then we sit down and we build
My squad finally here
Unit of the year
We settin up
G's up in this bitch be jammin
Niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin
Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades
Niggas stayin on me cause
and the baby's on guard
Grandma sell food stamps no job like you can't
Auntie got low rent her crib summer camp
Papi juice fifty cent that's way back g-unit
She
her like Bowser
She grained the wood left her with splinters
Like it's Turtle Power
My team a unit full of G's in da club 50 Cent
Like a canine (Kanan)
At 3:47, more than one hundred and fifty rounds of ammunition
Were fired into your apartment
Which was about two hundred yards away
A few moments
(Now)
G-Unit nigga's is runnin' this shit (Now)
If you ain't reppin where you from-Sit Down!
[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
By now I know you done seen me
I was born bleeding
Rotten spam we'll mark ham like York Region
This the documentary on how we do it
The game's making fifty cents to fifty g's for my
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
turn the key over
Pirellis on the street rolling like a steam roller
Bitches double team when I have my sleep overs
Yeah, Re-Up gang with the G-Unit
Everybody say ah, ah
Yeah, its 50 cent
and Lloyd Banks
and Young Buck
Yeah, and Joe
G-Unit!
everybody say (la la la la la la la la la la la la)
rock
the shotties
Lawyer so good paid a fine for a body
Heroin and B-more, crib by the seashore
Car service to the G4 Fila Velour
Piff rolled in the dutch
turned, new employee of the pif
Qp's to the zips
When New York music was just G-Unit or Dips
The K' had a dot on it,
No Grammy nod just a stock on it
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