[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home
I come to break your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
A desert eagle and a black mack 10
And never know what happened
When we come through them
cowards dont want none
They screamin’ that they murderer’s
but walkin' with no guns
Come here nigga don’t wanna 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' thinkin
security gunna save ‘em
Nobody gon’ speak
when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes and tell ya
"we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner
by shootin' at the police
The fiends up all night
and the neighbors 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 where you don't
Show up places where 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 so so the games
in the choke hold
Diss me 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 cocked ready
for the drama
Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy
with them llama's
Non-stop make it hot we
on top regardless
You could be the hardest
We'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us
We're not your 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 tell your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and quarter
a couple cars and a lawyer
Condom 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 cuz
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
so I can bring the techs with me
I gotta go cause i'm gettin' older
you niggas ain't gettin over
G-U-NIT
[Chorus]