Lyrics:
couldn't do it
But man fuck that 50 we a whole G-unit
Yeah you hear me now so turn me up
All your niggas poor my niggas pouring up
And y'all get in y'all
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
Let's drop it
What up?
That motherfucker, ayy, blaze it up (down to rock? Wassup?)
Like that motherfucker (so we gon' do it tonight)
Gon' ride
dick, like my name was 50 Cent, G-Unit!
I come with the heat, see my hits
Sound so sweet, Missy ain't pissy
Is you dizzy, is you with me
Tip me when you
jeans
New pussy, new money, New Orleans
50 up in that uzi, G-G-G-G-Unit
I murk you with that bitch, scratch
The serial number, re-use it, uh
I’m from
Sicily, shit I'm on
Got the Feds really wanna into me? Never that
(Now)
I'ma hit 'em up
(Now)
Lay 'em down flat
(Right now)
What I'm talkin' bout
Washington to Franklin whether grinding or ganking
Getting money gives a sensation that leaves me captivated
Fascinated by the thought of ballin makes me grind
going down nigga, that's what's up, y'all niggas is crazy)
That's why you came to the show with, um, peanut butter on your toes, that day
(Nigga, why
don't mean shit, nigga
Come through and holla, nigga, word up, this what it is
Yo, S.G., that's my son doola... ya'll niggaz keep ya'll hands off him
your advance on my neck
I'm fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue Yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with
It's not a game, im not playin'
Baby do ya hear what im sayin'?
If ever you need someone to go to
Someone that holds you
Someone to be by yo side
Baby
It's no secret, you know that
A nigga want to fuck
No time for playing games, I'm saying, mane
Don't you tell me what's up
Baby, if you want it
That
in place
My G-Unit features, my Eminem sixteens, my Dr. Dre beats
And it was two years from today when I started rhyming
And took my demo to Suge
and backed up by click niggaz
That's trigga happy don't give a fuck bout killin niggaz
We killin' haters with tommy guns spillin' haters
The ghetto made us
Backwards, That's What I'm Gon' Bring
Banks, What A Nigga Think?, We Ain't Got Guns
No Troops, Everything Bulletproof, Sniper's Layin' Down On The Roof
That's What I'm Gon' Bring
Banks, What A N**** Think?, We Ain't Got Guns
No Troops, Everything Bulletproof, Sniper's Layin' Down On The Roof
Stash Box
(Corner)
(I shall fear no man)
I'm by myself up on this (Corner)
(G Unit South)
I'm by myself up on this (Corner)
(Come holla)
I'm by myself up on this
don't, I don't, I don't
That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life
Now this is for the B's and the C's, and the D's and the H's
And the G's puttin'
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
going down nigga, that's what's up, y'all niggas is crazy)
That's why you came to the show with, um, peanut butter on your toes, that day
(Nigga, why
sometimes on her, you know what I mean?
Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G
That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in
sometimes on her, you know what I mean?
Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G
That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in
Okay-kay-kay-kay
G's up
Lil Scrappy
I got money
BME, (BME), money in the bank
G-Unit!
I got money in the bank (yea)
Shawty, what you drank?
Okay-kay-kay-kay
G's up
Lil Scrappy
I got money
BME, (BME), money in the bank
G-Unit!
I got money in the bank (yea)
Shawty, what you drank?
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