[50 Cent] Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck... G G G G G-Unit! Haha! [Young Buc] Vacate your home I come to brake your bones Americas nightmare we at it again A desert eagle and a black mack 10 And neva know what happend When we come through them cowards dont want none They screamin at they murderas but walkin' with no guns Come with me but dont run and die where your standin' See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin' Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement These niggaz is talkin' think that security gon save them Nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit Look you right in the eyes and yell ya "we don't know who did it" Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police The feins up all night and the neighbours gettin' no sleep You betta get used to it you know how we do it Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit. [Chorus] We got action when you don't Show are places when you won't G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit [50 Cent] Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco Betta than soso the games in the choke hold Disney's is a nono I perfected the slow flow In D.C. they dance the gogo In L.A.they ride on lolo's G-Unit in the house, oh no You ain't ready it's heavy 65 chevy Old school rollin' im holdin' 20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin' Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin' Drop top glock cock ready for the drama Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them laama's Non-sop make it hot we the top regardless You can be the hardest We'll just be the smartest I warn you not to start us We're not you average artist's My bitch is like a goddess When paparazzi spot us Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha! [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer Kinda packin' a bitch and i'll be back with a hit I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise She's givin' up the buns on her cushion Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin' And i'm leavin', on to the next city Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me I gotta go cause i'm gettin' over you niggas ain't over G-U-NIT [Chorus]
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