Lyrics:
I am the U-N-I, The Q-U-E, the G to the O-D
I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man called Unique G
Well, my name is known all over
on that chest
Rymes I'm packin, just like a thug at a car-jackin'
Shoot off your hat when I start cappin, this is no actin
G-A-N-G, S-T-A double R
search of an answers
See am g
And ended their journeys an unwilling hero
Am em am g
Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why
Em am
Oh, the shadows of doubt are in many a mind,
Am dm g
Lookin' for an answer they're never gonna find,
Em dm g
But they'd better decide 'cause
Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again
Fatten my plate again, y'all cats know we always play to win
G-A-N-G to the Starr, son
Haters
As I went out one evening to take the evening air
F G C F
I was blessed by a blood-red moon
Dm G
nothing but trues
Real niggaz that payed the dues
Picture me rollin with gay dudes
Nigga please, we g's and dress like we serve keys
On the block where we
a fine chick that look just like LaToya
And I bet fifty G's on my boy De La Hoya
Tryin' to stay free with the loot they pay me
Boy I'ma vet and you still
miss 'em, as I'm floatin' back to yesterday,
I sure would kiss 'em, if I could see my 'G' again today,
But now I'm up in the studio, with my nigga Ro,
on my neck and a pistol in my hand
I'm a get money nigga, grind like hell
when I'm short on my G's I'ma crank up the scale
Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah I'ma crank up
should have knowed, New Orleans carry no hoes
Say what's up to Satan, B.G. ain't bout no fakin',
I handle mine with no debatin' stop underestimatin'
on deck
Robbers get a deathwish / .40 cal to the neck
50 G's on my wrist / I'm'a get my respect
Have you talkin' wit' a lisp / Once the hollows eject
Gucci
coming back or running back
With a ball and chain in my hand
Ain't no substain
The man with the vision of the galexy span
[Verse 4 Low G]
Respect
Cause watch what u said, lil shawty I'm makin bread
Fuck all yo born haters with the hatred blood to match
a long way but plus I roll wit G's and Gat'z
finish servin', ain't gon' be no sequel
Gimme a couple G's for every MC I knocked to his knees
Verbally useless, oh, you got the juice? I squeeze you
know
That she's the reason why
You're drowning, you're drowning, you're drowning-g-g-g-g
And I heard you moved on
From whispers on the street
the Westside Connection
My nigga Deadly Threat from the L.A. Zoo
L-B-C Crew, D.P.G, West Coast finest
Here's a toast to the coast!
What have we? - a house
A Buzz As Big As Gorilla Mob, Slim Thug And Boosie
I'm Tired Of The Gimmicks, I Am The Realest y'all Niggas Is Goofy
I Miss That U.G.K. Free That Pimp see,
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?
O-L-D-E,
E-N-G,
L-I-S-H,
Eight hundred,
Now I feel a whole lot better about myself
O-L-D-E,
E-N-G,
L-I-S-H,
Eight hundred,
Now I feel
Dead Prez, The Coup
People Army, where the G's at?
C'mon... Fuck the police
Ay why'all ready for this shit for why'all trunk?
Why'all ready
Break it down, straight outta the tip
Flockin to the 'rillo
Ain't no secret
Every month, I'ma smoke a pillow
(M-J!) G, I keeps it real potent
shawty dead
Watch what ya said lil shawty, I'm makin' bread
Fuck all y'all born hataz with hatred born to match
A long way but plus I roll with g's
I'm the hungry hustla afroman I recycle cardboard, beer bottles, and cans
Food stamps, bust token plus G.R. checks, underground rap tapes tryin'
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