G-Unit Lyrics
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Yeah
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G-Unit, ha, ha, ha
Vacate ya home, I come to break ya bones
America's nightmare, we at it again
(Yeah, c'mon)
A desert eagle and a black mac-10
They'll never know what happened
When we come through, them cowards don't want none
They screaming that they murderers but walking with no guns
C'mere nigga, don't run and die where you standing
See I'm holding on this cannon and your life I'm demanding
Put the pipes at your melon and braings on the pavement
These niggaz is talking, thinking security gonna save them
ain't nobody gonna speak when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eye and tell you, "We don't know who did it"
Corrupting my street corner by shooting at the police
The fiend's up all night and the neighbors getting no sleep
You better get used to it, you know how we do it
Shady, Aftermath, Inter scope and G-Unit
We got action where you don't
Show up places where you won't
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit, G-Unit)
Now I told y'all on my first Dre joint, I am loco
Better than so, so, game's in the choke hold
Dissing me's a no, no, I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the go, go, in LA they ride on lo, lo's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready, it's heavy, '65 Chevy
Old school rolling, I'm holding
Twenty inches spinning from the beginning, we winning
Gained this masculinity pimping we not pretending
Drop-top, glock cocked, ready for the drama
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Pistols pop, cop shot, I'm heavy with them llamas
Non stop, make it hot, we on top regardless
You can be the hardest, we'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us, we not your average artists
My bitch is like a Goddess, when paparazzi spot us
It's flick after flick, same old shit that I kick
Ha, ha
We got action where you don't
Show up places where you won't
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit, G-Unit)
Guess who's back motherfucker, gun and a clip
Ready to smack up on these suckers that's running they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on, none of 'em fit
Ya hundreds is shorter, I tell ya pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and a quarter
A couple cars and a lawyer
Coming packing 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 afford it 'cause
G-Unit's popping and we perform in all the clubs
Niggaz be shoving and pushing now someone is gushing surprise
She's giving up the buns on the cushion, sweating and screaming
Sucking me off the rest of the evening and I'm leaving
On to the next city
Stash box in the bus so I can bring them tecs with me
I gotta focus, I'm getting older, you niggas ain't getting over
G-Unit
We got action where you don't
Show up places where you won't
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit, G-Unit)
High-tech, niggaz
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