Lyrics:
[Young Buck]
G-Unit, fuck your click
Like syphilis bitch you stuck with this
I'ma loyal nigga nigga, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
We're back, move 50 cent
Amusement park,F 50,[Incomprehensible], G Unit
Shorty you ain't gotta take ya panties off
Just pull 'em to the side
If you
We get that paper baby boy, it's easy
You want to be who? You can't be me
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof
We get that paper baby boy, it's easy
You want to be who? You can't be me
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open
'em he better be easy
Start some bullshit, he'll get his whole crew hit
D-rwizzy, Obie, 50 Cent, and G-Unit
Yo, he don't want it, cuz, he's always
[Young Buck]
G-Unit, fuck your click
Like syphilis bitch you stuck with this
I'ma loyal nigga nigga, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still
[Young Buck]
G-Unit, fuck your click
Like syphilis bitch you stuck with this
I'ma loyal nigga nigga, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still
Yo, Whoo Kid, man yo, drop this
Shit, man i gotta go, man let's
Hurry up, let's go, man oh yeah
50 Cent, uh g-Unit oh
Man i'm feeling myself right
[H] Yeah
[50] Yeah
[H] It's real, it's real
[50] Yeah
[H] Got 'em
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Bump that - niggaz try to stunt on my clique
Then when I get
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
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
and
I'm still on the grind
When you ain't in my clique
It's hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!
I don't dream now that I'm
flick and shit
All my niggas G's
In a unit like I'm 50 cent
If a nigga owe me imma
Pop him for that 50 cent
Heard he was the police
So we shot him for
cookin' I'm Chef-Boyar-50
I get my hands on that paper, y'all need to fuck wit' me, bitch
Who want the dice, pray the outcome's nice
like seven
you ready?) see you with me nigga?
(with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that)
Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
G-UNIT! Somethin' new, somethin' new
this bitch
Got them drum luggers with them hollow tips
Hottest hit of the year yeah this is it
50 Cent back on that gangsta shit
On my way out
this bitch
Got them drum luggers with them hollow tips
Hottest hit of the year yeah this is it
50 Cent back on that gangsta shit
On my way out
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-g-unit!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
the watch we ain't come for that
Bitch quit playing where the paper at
Shit I rolled ace I’m shooting it back
Everybody know how my paper stack
Twenty inch
a song to her dude this is
(Slow motion) G-unit, (regular speed) fuck your click
Like syphillis bitch you stuck with this
(slow motion) I'ma loyal
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