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ONE 50 lyrics : "African G Unit"

Featuring: G Man

[Chorus-2x]

The block scared of the African G Unit
O.5 Unit, I roll with G Unit, $#&@ rest of the unit
In Liberia I'm the African G Unit

G Unit, G Unit, G Unit
^!$$% I'm the African G Unit


[Verse 1]
Master killer from the rebel zone back on this cold world %#@!
I'm coming bouncing like ganka ball, kill all your homeboy in soi cowboy

The meeting is zipping when I'm pissing on your grave
Whip up the smoke and the dust from my sleeves, gangsta hollow beep
Now we got to ride and see who is the best of the mafia boss

No slow busting, tell ya hoes to stop talking, the bullets break like cookies
Night man in black suit, the killing is approve by other wise
Streets soldiers got the race against time, relax and see the crime

My book is taking over your lyrics clips
So so big jeep ride on your bricks
The Cali and the L.I.B pistol co-exist

Whip up your last fat blunt (*##$
Dog you know the African G Unit beat up %#@! in your face


[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2]

50 Cent is a real gangsta rapper, so the master killer of the rap sheets is 50 Cent
Now I One 50, the African G Unit got to drop some bombs with G Unit
Say yes or no till you get your lips bore on the gangsta show

Real country blow I ride all the way to the U.S
Just doing it gangsta cause I'm so tycoon up in the PS
The rebel lines long but I never hear the sound of any rapper gun

I just make the %#@! comes so funny like swimming dufi
Back under the rebel jeep shooting on your gat
Both black and white, I $#&@ with the %#@! like 12 times 1 million

Get the blood diamonds like 2 times 1 billion
The boat is here, so the rest of the goat got scared
Time flip like my sasa pull don bullets from my wallet

Ghetto rapper of all time still ruuning with the mallet

[Chorus 2x]


[Verse 3]
Mr. Obama know I'm a African gangsta with the drama

I ride through the military frontline cause I stay on my grind
So ^!$$%s got to make it to where I made the clips spits
Yeah, (*##$es feel my style and $#&@ the rest of the wack rappers

I make the money bigger for the low punchline mother$#&@ers
The zone and the flat bush is good for the busting
Clap for me (*##$es for the talking

One warning is on, I means the crooks mind
You do me, I do you, nothing never gonna make it stress
Now be careful about the way you hating on my tunes

Cause I kill more rappers fools
The iron mic is here, now who is on the track to lose
$#&@ing close your flow on final %#@! like Mr. Good


[Chorus 2x]


[Talking]
Yeah
African G Unit smoking up in this (*##$

Ya know how %#@! goes down on the blood diamonds
haha
^!$$%s just ain't giving up on the %#@!

Dig it till you get the big (*##$ money can't buy
$#&@ the so call mother$#&@ing trick %#@!
Haha, yeah ^!$$%

Where ya money at, are you still keeping it in the silver grip or in the box or the bank
Now when you die, how you gonna carry that billion with you
You got no childred and your crooked lips keep sweating not to die

Ok, now you sending drug out and planning to set me up right
But I'm a black ninja from naja cash saga like maga
Your mugu in the grave paka like yaka

Feel the real thug ^!$$%
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