Lyrics:
niggaz are hard plus we all crazy
Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me
Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
you're bitch a rug rat
Thats why my waves spinnin'
In that G-Unit hat
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy
Drunk
muthafuckas know my name B-A-N-K-$
Cut-clack
The young guerrilla out the clicks, baow
G-Unit’s runnin' this shit, blap
As a matter of fact, I smell a rat
You
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
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
[50 Cent]
This is the Unit
The mighty mighty mighty Unit
This is how we do it
Ayy (ayy, ayy)
I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it
and G-Unit hop back in that (Bat!) mobile
It ain't gonna be no more rap it's gonna be (Brrat!)
Retaliation, it'll be like them Muslim Shiia (Attacks!)
the motherfucking Unit
Push the rock, move the yayo
Stack paper like lego
Rap tornado, yeah, we fuck with Tego
He don't even speak Spanish, he a fraud
Joe really
[Young Buck:] G-Unit!!!
[Stat Quo:] GMM N****
[Young Buck:] Shady/Aftermath In This B****...Ooh, Young Buck, Stat Quo
[Stat Quo:] Ya Understand Me
ready? (are you ready?)
See you with me nigga? (with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that)
Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
[Verse 1]
G-UNIT! Somethin'
[Young Buck]
G-unit!
[Stat Quo]
Gmm nigga
[Young Buck]
Shady, aftermath in this bitch, oh, young buck, stat quo
[Stat Quo]
Ya understand
chrome
Fucking hoes over fifty four my name here weight you barely no
You on that are Kelly shit your bitch is barely grown
[Chorus]
G-unit
Yeah
G-unit
[Intro]
I've been so many places
I've seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that I've done fucked before
I've been
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
I got a bunch of paper I
of the candle, there's a twenty grand stack
Heat the glass, pull the wax out, and cut that bitch in half
Carbon paper 'round the paper, makin' fifty stack flimsy
a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
Constantly eyed by neighbors who do the Feds favors
It ain't no major though, whether slangin' yay
by a crack in my units
I'ma stick to the shit that made The Click
The super kind, I love to spit
That nigga 40 vicious, he got speech I heard him
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
I got places to go (uh huh), I got people to see (yeah)
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me (no)
I'm
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
I got places to go (uh huh), I got people to see (yeah)
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me (no)
I'm
about makin G's
Nigga my click would out shine you any day
Start ballin outta control ever since I
Learned to flip that yay
Took tha advice from Lil he
wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
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